Thankyou to all of you for the wonderful reviews, I'm extremely flattered.
I'm adding a little more fuel to the fire here!!
Disclaimers as in Chapter 1
CHAPTER 4
The team had wasted not one moment of time since arriving in New York. Frank was being detained at the stationhouse until Monday , when he was up for his bail hearing.
It was now after three p.m. on a Saturday afternoon and they were still banging their heads and running at high speed into the proverbial brick wall!
Jake was now dangerously close to taking matters into his own hands and executing a few reporters, as long as he took a few photographers with him as well he'd be more than happy.
You couldn't scratch your ass around here anymore or the bastards showed a microphone in your face before they took your picture.
Frank Donovans blood spattered face as he was hauled cuffed, out of the hotel was on the front page of almost every newspaper in the north of America in full glorious color.
Jake reckoned that the press had singlehandedly done for Donovan and could gladly shoot each and every one of them personally.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
A solitary figure laughed softly to himself as he watched the news on T.V. This was going much better than he could have ever dreamed.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
After Sgt. Davies had explained to him that he'd do all in his power to help get Frank out of this and that he too believed it was an elaborate set up, Cody had warmed to the man, they were now, albeit unofficially, systematically hacking through confidential prison records and had even accessed Karen Moore's file.
Cody was the best at covering his tracks, he'd need to be as Karen Moore's file made for quite a read. Like the Who's Who of the New York elite.
Still they were coming to the same conclusion. No-one listed in that diary could afford for the information to be publicised. So why go after Karen, why not simply buy her off ? They were all extremely rich men and apparently very happy with the services provided by Ms. Moore. It didn't look as if there was anywhere else to go down that road. But just on the offchance, Alex and Monica were keeping a very close eye on things.
So that left a grudge against Frank as the probable, with the unfortunate Ms. Moore being the main course.
Cody despaired at that thought "If I start reeling off names of people with grudges against the boss, I'm gonna be here until Christmas" he cried. "There's got to be more to this somewhere, John we gotta go back to the hotel, there has to be something missed over there"
John Davies nodded in agreement, If Frank Donovan went down for this, it was going to be the biggest travesty of justice he'd ever known.
Not to mention the fact that a Federal Agent being locked up with those he's sent there in the first place would almost certainly mean the Agent was leaving jail in no more than a bodybag.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Mr. Sanchez" are you listening to me, asked Moira Carr, the D.A. assigned to prosecute Frank's case.
"The facts of this case are cut and dried for the refusal of bail" she stated firmly.
"Just because he's an Agent for the Justice Department doesn't mean he's getting any preferential treatment from me, I'm sure you're aware Mister Sanchez, that previous cases of this nature have had a very high conviction rate on much less evidence "she hissed.
"He's also undergone a psychiatric evaluation, which has disproved any mental condition, your friend Is very sane and also a very good and accomplished liar. In my opinion that represents a danger to society don't you think. Im confident the judge will think so as well. Plus all the publicity has upped the stakes immensely"
"I won't give up on this Ms. Carr, I know this man, you however do not"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Sunday
Jenna wasn't letting go of her husband at any price, she'd only been allowed about an hour with him the entire day and a half she'd been there. They had a silent understanding between them that time was indeed a very precious commodity and not to be used wastefully.
She wasn't asking for any explanations, Frank had tried to start to unravel things but she'd silenced him with a kiss, and a look that told him none were needed.
She watched him lovingly as he played with his children, he looked to be taking in every detail of them, how they looked, how they smelt, how Emily's hair kinked over her brow, proudly counting all the new babyteeth.
He looked as though his heart was shattering into pieces at the thought of having to leave them. He'd already lost his first two, surely fate couldn't be so cruel as to take him away from these.
Jenna carried on studying him, committing to memory her picture of him with them, his hair seemed to have taken on more speckles of gray in the last day, a few days of stubble marring the beautiful chiseled features that had now taken on a slightly hardened, tortured expression.
She prayed he was still together in there behind those deep soulful brown eyes.
He turned towards her at the sound of her sobs, she'd tried to keep it together, tried to make it easier on him but now seeing him mentally saying his goodbyes had pushed her over the edge. She melted into his arms as he crossed the room and held her tightly whispering in her ear that everything was going to be all right.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"That changes nothing and you know it" stated Robert firmly. "It's still just supposition"
Alan Jennings had just relayed the findings from the drug tests to Robert and Jake, Rohypnol (commonly known as the date rape drug) had been found in Frank's blood and similar amounts of cocaine had been found in both the blood of Frank and Karen Moore. Thus sending the prosecution in to a frenzy of nailing consensual drug use to the already damning report.
The prosecution were going with the line that Frank Donovan had in fact taken Karen Moore to his room on the expectation of sexual intercourse, that he had known all along that she was a prostitute and that he'd panicked when she had tried to blackmail him having found out his job. Ms. Moore had slipped Donovan the Rohypnol in order to carry out her blackmail threat and Donovan had willingly taken cocaine whilst sliding under the influence of the first drug.
After the exertion of the attack Mr. Donovan had simply blacked out due to the excess of drugs in his body. His fingerprints were all over the weapon and he was covered in her blood. How much more did they need?
Seven stab wounds spoke for theirselves.
And to top it all, the suspect just conveniently couldn't remember a thing. Easy money!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Cody, anything"asked Davies.
"Yeah I think I might, I've traced the waitress who served Frank and Karen, there's something not adding up about her, she lives with an ex-con called Mark Bailey, did a five stretch in Rikers, got out about a year ago" "AND" urged Davies
"patience, patience, you gotta baby these machines a little" cussed Cody
"Frank's then team, which consisted of himself, Robert and Jenna were integral in putting him away"
"OH"
"Well " said Davies "Let's bring her in"
"And while we're at it , Him too"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Monday.................Bail hearing
The judge had in fact weighed up all the evidence for the prosecutions objection to bail, but he also had to take into account the defense theory that an elaborate set up due to the defendent's past crime solving success and previously impeccable character.
He was close to ruling that bail be set when the doors to the courtroom flew open and an assistant to Moira Carr passed her a message and an object.
"Your Honor" began Ms. Carr. "I have just come into possesion of the C.C.T.V. footage from the hotel on the night of the murder, I would like your permission to view it in private with yourself, the defendant and his attorney, before a decision is made"
"Permission granted"
Everyone watched as the man and woman flirted heavily before making their way into the lift.
The time on the tape was showing twelve fifteen a.m.
Frank looked on in abject shock and complete horror as the videotape was played in front of him.
Moira Carr had a look on her face that screamed "You're Screwed"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"The application for bail is hereby refused, the defendent will be held at Rikers Island Department Of Correction on remand. The provisional date for trial by jury is one month from now."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
The press pack outside the courtroom exploded into a frenzy as the blackened out van took Donovan away.
He'd just managed to catch sight of a rapidly crumbling Jenna being accosted by a herd of reporters.
Jake had raised a fist in a gesture of defiance, at least then Frank would know they were all behind him.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
As the heavy gates were electronically closed behind him, he closed his eyes and prayed, never in his entire life had he been so fully aware that the nightmare was only just beginning.
Sorry Stephanie, had to do it. I've had this storyline going from the beginning. Please keep R&R ing for me so as I know whether I'm doin' Okay or not.
I'm adding a little more fuel to the fire here!!
Disclaimers as in Chapter 1
CHAPTER 4
The team had wasted not one moment of time since arriving in New York. Frank was being detained at the stationhouse until Monday , when he was up for his bail hearing.
It was now after three p.m. on a Saturday afternoon and they were still banging their heads and running at high speed into the proverbial brick wall!
Jake was now dangerously close to taking matters into his own hands and executing a few reporters, as long as he took a few photographers with him as well he'd be more than happy.
You couldn't scratch your ass around here anymore or the bastards showed a microphone in your face before they took your picture.
Frank Donovans blood spattered face as he was hauled cuffed, out of the hotel was on the front page of almost every newspaper in the north of America in full glorious color.
Jake reckoned that the press had singlehandedly done for Donovan and could gladly shoot each and every one of them personally.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
A solitary figure laughed softly to himself as he watched the news on T.V. This was going much better than he could have ever dreamed.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
After Sgt. Davies had explained to him that he'd do all in his power to help get Frank out of this and that he too believed it was an elaborate set up, Cody had warmed to the man, they were now, albeit unofficially, systematically hacking through confidential prison records and had even accessed Karen Moore's file.
Cody was the best at covering his tracks, he'd need to be as Karen Moore's file made for quite a read. Like the Who's Who of the New York elite.
Still they were coming to the same conclusion. No-one listed in that diary could afford for the information to be publicised. So why go after Karen, why not simply buy her off ? They were all extremely rich men and apparently very happy with the services provided by Ms. Moore. It didn't look as if there was anywhere else to go down that road. But just on the offchance, Alex and Monica were keeping a very close eye on things.
So that left a grudge against Frank as the probable, with the unfortunate Ms. Moore being the main course.
Cody despaired at that thought "If I start reeling off names of people with grudges against the boss, I'm gonna be here until Christmas" he cried. "There's got to be more to this somewhere, John we gotta go back to the hotel, there has to be something missed over there"
John Davies nodded in agreement, If Frank Donovan went down for this, it was going to be the biggest travesty of justice he'd ever known.
Not to mention the fact that a Federal Agent being locked up with those he's sent there in the first place would almost certainly mean the Agent was leaving jail in no more than a bodybag.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Mr. Sanchez" are you listening to me, asked Moira Carr, the D.A. assigned to prosecute Frank's case.
"The facts of this case are cut and dried for the refusal of bail" she stated firmly.
"Just because he's an Agent for the Justice Department doesn't mean he's getting any preferential treatment from me, I'm sure you're aware Mister Sanchez, that previous cases of this nature have had a very high conviction rate on much less evidence "she hissed.
"He's also undergone a psychiatric evaluation, which has disproved any mental condition, your friend Is very sane and also a very good and accomplished liar. In my opinion that represents a danger to society don't you think. Im confident the judge will think so as well. Plus all the publicity has upped the stakes immensely"
"I won't give up on this Ms. Carr, I know this man, you however do not"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Sunday
Jenna wasn't letting go of her husband at any price, she'd only been allowed about an hour with him the entire day and a half she'd been there. They had a silent understanding between them that time was indeed a very precious commodity and not to be used wastefully.
She wasn't asking for any explanations, Frank had tried to start to unravel things but she'd silenced him with a kiss, and a look that told him none were needed.
She watched him lovingly as he played with his children, he looked to be taking in every detail of them, how they looked, how they smelt, how Emily's hair kinked over her brow, proudly counting all the new babyteeth.
He looked as though his heart was shattering into pieces at the thought of having to leave them. He'd already lost his first two, surely fate couldn't be so cruel as to take him away from these.
Jenna carried on studying him, committing to memory her picture of him with them, his hair seemed to have taken on more speckles of gray in the last day, a few days of stubble marring the beautiful chiseled features that had now taken on a slightly hardened, tortured expression.
She prayed he was still together in there behind those deep soulful brown eyes.
He turned towards her at the sound of her sobs, she'd tried to keep it together, tried to make it easier on him but now seeing him mentally saying his goodbyes had pushed her over the edge. She melted into his arms as he crossed the room and held her tightly whispering in her ear that everything was going to be all right.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"That changes nothing and you know it" stated Robert firmly. "It's still just supposition"
Alan Jennings had just relayed the findings from the drug tests to Robert and Jake, Rohypnol (commonly known as the date rape drug) had been found in Frank's blood and similar amounts of cocaine had been found in both the blood of Frank and Karen Moore. Thus sending the prosecution in to a frenzy of nailing consensual drug use to the already damning report.
The prosecution were going with the line that Frank Donovan had in fact taken Karen Moore to his room on the expectation of sexual intercourse, that he had known all along that she was a prostitute and that he'd panicked when she had tried to blackmail him having found out his job. Ms. Moore had slipped Donovan the Rohypnol in order to carry out her blackmail threat and Donovan had willingly taken cocaine whilst sliding under the influence of the first drug.
After the exertion of the attack Mr. Donovan had simply blacked out due to the excess of drugs in his body. His fingerprints were all over the weapon and he was covered in her blood. How much more did they need?
Seven stab wounds spoke for theirselves.
And to top it all, the suspect just conveniently couldn't remember a thing. Easy money!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"Cody, anything"asked Davies.
"Yeah I think I might, I've traced the waitress who served Frank and Karen, there's something not adding up about her, she lives with an ex-con called Mark Bailey, did a five stretch in Rikers, got out about a year ago" "AND" urged Davies
"patience, patience, you gotta baby these machines a little" cussed Cody
"Frank's then team, which consisted of himself, Robert and Jenna were integral in putting him away"
"OH"
"Well " said Davies "Let's bring her in"
"And while we're at it , Him too"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Monday.................Bail hearing
The judge had in fact weighed up all the evidence for the prosecutions objection to bail, but he also had to take into account the defense theory that an elaborate set up due to the defendent's past crime solving success and previously impeccable character.
He was close to ruling that bail be set when the doors to the courtroom flew open and an assistant to Moira Carr passed her a message and an object.
"Your Honor" began Ms. Carr. "I have just come into possesion of the C.C.T.V. footage from the hotel on the night of the murder, I would like your permission to view it in private with yourself, the defendant and his attorney, before a decision is made"
"Permission granted"
Everyone watched as the man and woman flirted heavily before making their way into the lift.
The time on the tape was showing twelve fifteen a.m.
Frank looked on in abject shock and complete horror as the videotape was played in front of him.
Moira Carr had a look on her face that screamed "You're Screwed"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
"The application for bail is hereby refused, the defendent will be held at Rikers Island Department Of Correction on remand. The provisional date for trial by jury is one month from now."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
The press pack outside the courtroom exploded into a frenzy as the blackened out van took Donovan away.
He'd just managed to catch sight of a rapidly crumbling Jenna being accosted by a herd of reporters.
Jake had raised a fist in a gesture of defiance, at least then Frank would know they were all behind him.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
As the heavy gates were electronically closed behind him, he closed his eyes and prayed, never in his entire life had he been so fully aware that the nightmare was only just beginning.
Sorry Stephanie, had to do it. I've had this storyline going from the beginning. Please keep R&R ing for me so as I know whether I'm doin' Okay or not.