1 Hogan Place
Ben Stone sat with Jack McCoy, in McCoy's office, listening to Roger Hall's taped deposition.
It brought back some powerful memories of when he had been the Executive Assistant DA.
But, for all that, Ben Stone wasn't tempted to come back to the DA's Office full time.
In the end, it was all too grueling.
Hat's off to Jack. He actually loves the long hours, and everything else it takes to get the perp convicted…
For now, though, there wasn't much for the DA's Office to do.
It was all down to the detectives now; and the quality of the evidence they found…
…..
27th Precinct
"Ugh…" Detective Lennie grunted. "This isn't exactly my idea of a great time, Rey-Rey…"
Detective Rey Curtis grinned at Lennie's use of his family nickname.
We're partners. He's entitled…
Besides, the work they were doing now was boring. Excruciatingly boring. Files on Emory Chance, his friends, colleagues, and associates. Chance seemed to associate with four other people on at least a semi-regular basis.
Nathaniel Freed, Lana Lerner, Toby Gillis, and Steven Sokolov. All owner/operators of so-called "Celebrity Rags". All deeply involved in uncovering bad behavior on the part of Celebrities. There were life histories to go through, phone logs, and thousands of photos, some of the magazine owners, others of celebrities, including those Briscoe and Curtis had met only last year.
The Heidi Ellison Case…
It had been a tough case, but Jack McCoy had ultimately prevailed, and now Eddie Newman was in Death Row, facing the needle.
Curtis heard Briscoe's soft grunt of surprise.
"Lennie?"
Briscoe was staring down at a photo, looking just a little alarmed.
"Rey," his voice trembled just a little. "This might change everything..."
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1 Hogan Place
Three attorneys having lunch-Chinese-in Adam Schiff's office.
"What are your plans, Ben?" Adam Schiff asked.
"After this case?" Stone put his chopsticks down. "I've applied for a teaching position at NYU. Mac Geller is retiring next year, so I think they'll accept me."
"Why not teach at Harvard?" McCoy asked. "That's your alma mater, and I'm sure they would love to have you there."
"My reasons are purely selfish," Stone smiled as he picked up his chopsticks again. "I prefer living in Manhattan."
Ben Stone didn't advertise it, but the fact was he came from a wealthy family. Money wasn't an issue for him.
Adam's phone rang.
"Yes," Schiff picked it up. "They're both here. Come to my office."
"Adam?" McCoy asked as Schiff hung up.
"Briscoe and Curtis think they've found something," Schiff explained.
The office door knocked and Detectives Briscoe and Curtis walked in.
"Gentlemen," Schiff stood. "I believe you said you've found something."
"Yeah…" Briscoe handed a folder to Jack McCoy. "This is going to blow your mind…"
McCoy opened the folder, looked at the photo inside.
As Stone watched, McCoy…went gray; features suddenly ash pale.
"Jack…" Ben Stone leaned over, put a hand on the other man's shoulder.
There was a tense silence. Then…
"Dr. Dan Duvall…"
McCoy spoke softly as he put the photo on the table, and Stone looked at the open folder, at the photo.
Two men were there, at a classy-looking pub, one of whom was Emory Chance.
"The other man is Dr. Dan Duvall," McCoy explained. "He was a…key witness in my prosecution of Eddie Newman…"
There he was, Dr. Dan Duvall, sitting at a table, and drinking with the man suspected of having arranged for celebrities to be arrested on false charges.