Chapter 6:
The detective took him to vice-squad and led him into an interrogation room, closing the door behind him and leaving him alone. He'd kept silent during the drive, not willing to say anything more that could harm him and he frantically thought about what had happened last night. He just couldn't believe, couldn't understand this. He honestly hadn't done any harm on this woman, at least as he could remember. She hadn't been hurt, she didn't struggle, she didn't tell him to stop – or did she?
It had been a great night, a rough night, that's what he remembered perfectly, why he'd smiled about it. It was unbelievable – the way she'd screamed, winded and almost cried lying beneath... His thoughts suddenly stopped dead – screaming – winding – almost crying, good lord! What if he misunderstood, misread the signals? What if she really tried to get away? He couldn't finish the thought, he just couldn't. It was impossible! He wouldn't be mistaking like this, not like this, not if the consequences were that grave.
You need to remember! he ordered himself. Remember what happened, what he said, not just remembering the emotions he had. He needed to clearly remember the situation, to remember her words. He was sure he hadn't done what they claimed on him. He just needed to remember.
The detective entered the room again, holding a document in his hands, which he put on the desk. He sat down and looked at Bosco.
"This", he pointed to the document, "is Judith Mandell's testemony to the two police officers first interviewing her. And we're going to see what's your point of view of the events. Now!"
He kept silent. The detective couldn't force him to tell anything, especially as he didn't clearly remember. He couldn't do this right now, chances were high he'd say something he would remember in a different way some time later and than everything he stated earlier would sound like a lie. He needed time to focus before he could do this, just needed time.
"No, we won't. I won't tell you anything! I don't have to!"
"As you believe you haven't done anything wrong and there's nothing you have to hide you surely can. I don't see any reason why you shouldn't!"
"I got the right to get a lawyer!"
"You didn't do anything. What do you need a lawyer for?"
"You suspect me of having raped a girl. I think I'm in a desperate need of a lawyer! And I won't tell you anything else!"
The detective knew it was no use in trying to threaten him and try to force him to give evidence. He was a police-officer, he knew the routine, knew their way of working, how they forced people to talk. He wouldn't tell him a single word, so there was no need to fuss and fight with him any longer.
"Alright, make your call, then!"
Bosco called Andrew Manzini, the lawyer that had helped his mother through divorce and asked him to come over immediately. He didn't exactly tell him what happened and his lawyer didn't ask. He simply asked him to come and get him outta here as soon as possible and he agreed without asking any further. As they didn't have anything else than the girl's evidence, they had to set him free sooner or later, he just needed someone to manage this for him.
His wish was fulfilled about two hours later, when the detective entered the interrogation room with a furious expression on his face and told him he could leave, but should stay in town. He hadn't even seen his lawyer yet, but he'd managed all the formalia right now, had prepaid the bail and had gotten him outta here in no time, without even clearly knowing what he did that for. The detective led him outta of the room and gave him into his lawyer's custody.
"What happened?"
"I'm not sure by now myself, so I can't tell you. I need some time to find out, to clearly remember, then I can tell you. So gimme tonight and I'll hopefully can tell you tomorrow?"
"Alright, as you wish. But you know the instructions..."
"Yeah, be available for police, not leaving town, stay away from the victim... I know!"
"Good. I'll see you tomorrow."
He really liked the man. He was a goddamn good lawyer and he hadn't forced him to tell anything. He'd been patient and sensitive and he gave him all the time he needed in the world to sort out what had happened. He was a trustful person and he was blessed to have him here to help him out – hopefully...
TBC
The detective took him to vice-squad and led him into an interrogation room, closing the door behind him and leaving him alone. He'd kept silent during the drive, not willing to say anything more that could harm him and he frantically thought about what had happened last night. He just couldn't believe, couldn't understand this. He honestly hadn't done any harm on this woman, at least as he could remember. She hadn't been hurt, she didn't struggle, she didn't tell him to stop – or did she?
It had been a great night, a rough night, that's what he remembered perfectly, why he'd smiled about it. It was unbelievable – the way she'd screamed, winded and almost cried lying beneath... His thoughts suddenly stopped dead – screaming – winding – almost crying, good lord! What if he misunderstood, misread the signals? What if she really tried to get away? He couldn't finish the thought, he just couldn't. It was impossible! He wouldn't be mistaking like this, not like this, not if the consequences were that grave.
You need to remember! he ordered himself. Remember what happened, what he said, not just remembering the emotions he had. He needed to clearly remember the situation, to remember her words. He was sure he hadn't done what they claimed on him. He just needed to remember.
The detective entered the room again, holding a document in his hands, which he put on the desk. He sat down and looked at Bosco.
"This", he pointed to the document, "is Judith Mandell's testemony to the two police officers first interviewing her. And we're going to see what's your point of view of the events. Now!"
He kept silent. The detective couldn't force him to tell anything, especially as he didn't clearly remember. He couldn't do this right now, chances were high he'd say something he would remember in a different way some time later and than everything he stated earlier would sound like a lie. He needed time to focus before he could do this, just needed time.
"No, we won't. I won't tell you anything! I don't have to!"
"As you believe you haven't done anything wrong and there's nothing you have to hide you surely can. I don't see any reason why you shouldn't!"
"I got the right to get a lawyer!"
"You didn't do anything. What do you need a lawyer for?"
"You suspect me of having raped a girl. I think I'm in a desperate need of a lawyer! And I won't tell you anything else!"
The detective knew it was no use in trying to threaten him and try to force him to give evidence. He was a police-officer, he knew the routine, knew their way of working, how they forced people to talk. He wouldn't tell him a single word, so there was no need to fuss and fight with him any longer.
"Alright, make your call, then!"
Bosco called Andrew Manzini, the lawyer that had helped his mother through divorce and asked him to come over immediately. He didn't exactly tell him what happened and his lawyer didn't ask. He simply asked him to come and get him outta here as soon as possible and he agreed without asking any further. As they didn't have anything else than the girl's evidence, they had to set him free sooner or later, he just needed someone to manage this for him.
His wish was fulfilled about two hours later, when the detective entered the interrogation room with a furious expression on his face and told him he could leave, but should stay in town. He hadn't even seen his lawyer yet, but he'd managed all the formalia right now, had prepaid the bail and had gotten him outta here in no time, without even clearly knowing what he did that for. The detective led him outta of the room and gave him into his lawyer's custody.
"What happened?"
"I'm not sure by now myself, so I can't tell you. I need some time to find out, to clearly remember, then I can tell you. So gimme tonight and I'll hopefully can tell you tomorrow?"
"Alright, as you wish. But you know the instructions..."
"Yeah, be available for police, not leaving town, stay away from the victim... I know!"
"Good. I'll see you tomorrow."
He really liked the man. He was a goddamn good lawyer and he hadn't forced him to tell anything. He'd been patient and sensitive and he gave him all the time he needed in the world to sort out what had happened. He was a trustful person and he was blessed to have him here to help him out – hopefully...
TBC