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OCTOBER 6, 2005 -- THURSDAY - 6:30 P.M.
I was in my Escalade heading for Baymeadows, where the woman with the biggest, or at least the sexiest, tits in the world was waiting to go out to dinner with me when my cell rang. I saw that it was an SA number.
“What is it, Mitch? DO NOT SAY an emergency has come up.” “An emergency has come up.”
“I told you not to say that. What is it?”
“We’ve got a lady here who apparently is a cousin of Wilbur Bell. She’s doing her damnedest to talk old Wilbur out of testifying against Sutton. I’ve got the room bugged so I could hear what was going on and she’s telling him he’s wasting his time because they’ll never convict Sutton. Also, Wilbur’s daughter might ‘come into some money’ if Wilbur conveniently develops amnesia about the whole thing.”
“That asshole and his mother never quit. Let me get over there and see if I can convince the cousin to roll over on Sutton and momma. It would be nice to put them away for jury tampering even if we never get him on murder charges. Get her out of there but don’t let her get away. Wilbur is too far gone to even let him be disturbed by shit like this. Sutton will get the same benefit if she precipitates a heart attack and kills him off.”
It was a gamble because we couldn’t use the information obtained by the bug if the cousin turned stubborn on us and refused to admit she was trying to tamper with a witness. However, it gave us a shot, and that made it worthwhile to leave the biggest tits in the western hemisphere unexamined for another few days.
I punched in Myra’s number.
“Hello, Bill. Please tell me this is to confirm that you’re on your way over here. I got dressed up and this one has buttons strong enough to hold me in but it’s low cut enough to be. interesting.”
“I wish, Myra. Something has come up. I’ve got to go. It’s important or I’d be over there in 30 minutes. Is there any chance that, maybe, we could get together for drinks later tonight?”
“Tomorrow’s a work day Bill, you know that, and some of us need our beauty sleep. Besides, you show up on my doorstep at 11 p.m., we get to drinking and we’re liable to do something we’ll regret.”
“You might, I won’t.”
“I don’t think so. Besides, it’s not like you’re dying for - relief, is it?” “That means. ?”
“A little birdie told me that Celestial Madonna was grinning ear to ear when you left her in New York this past weekend, and it wasn’t just because you give good interview, was it?”
“Myra, you think I’d mix business and pleasure?” “I think you’re a man.”
“It was an interesting weekend.”
“You’d have had more fun with me, but that’s too catty. I’m glad you had a good time. Let’s try to reschedule.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow or come up and see you. I don’t know about this weekend, but we will get together.”
“I’m looking forward to it. Right now I guess I’ll get out of these clothes, lay down naked on my satin sheets and rub lotion where I need it. Bye.”
I ALMOST kept going to her apartment, but the ghost of my father whispered in my ear and I did the right thing. I drove to Baptist Medical Center, made sure Wilbur was still breathing, spent a frustrating hour trying to threaten or cajole the cousin into rolling over on the Suttons but finally gave up. She was either too stubborn, too stupid or too greedy to be rollable, but I made sure the nurses and staff knew this lady was never to be allowed in or anywhere near Sutton’s room again.
Then I went home and for the first time in a long time jerked off to a porno about a huge breasted nympho on one of the better computer porn sites. It helped
—a little bit.
Before Donnally had even gotten into place, August turned his nearly sightless eyes toward me, then looked back at the judge and said, “Your honor, I want to formally protest the action of Assistant State Attorney William Maitland. The bond he is requesting is an affront to decency,”
Martin looked at me and asked, “Mr. Maitland, do you have anything you want to say about this matter. Not that I have any doubt that you do.”
Before I could answer, August in his best tone of feigned outrage, interrupted, “Your honor, how can there be any justification for a million dollar CASH bond in a case that—at worst—might involve attempted first degree murder and will likely be pled down to a much less severe offense. Serial killers and terrorists don’t face million dollar CASH bonds. It is unheard of, unless Mr. Maitland thinks we’re dealing with a multi-millionaire cold blooded murderer who will run to a country without an extradition treaty as soon as he walks out of here. My client is a public relations professional at a local university, a white collar worker of limited financial means, who has never been guilty of even a traffic infraction, much less a serious crime. I am more of a flight risk than Mr. Donnally.”
Martin let August make his spiel, then directed his attention back to me.
“I’ll grant that a million dollar cash bond is unusual, your honor, but I do think it’s justified in this case. First, the defendant is charged with attempting to murder his wife by crushing her throat with his bare hands and almost succeeding. His wife sent a letter to my office begging us to keep her husband in custody because of her very real fear that the next time he sees her, he will complete the job. She has hired private security preparing for the possibility that he might make bond.
“Secondly, while in custody, he became involved in a disturbance with fellow inmates that left one in a coma and the other with serious injuries, both of whom are still being treated at University Medical Center. In the same incident he ripped a jail officer’s arm literally out of its socket. He attempted to aid the officer afterwards and it appears the officer might not suffer permanent damage.
“To sum up, while in custody and being overseen he did serious bodily damage to three grown, good-sized men, with his bare hands. I leave it to your imagination what he might do to a five-foot-four, 120 pound woman with those same bare hands. Also, we are dealing with a domestic situation here. You and I are both aware that some of the most heinous violence we see comes in exactly such situations. Finally, the bond is appropriate because Mr. Donnally has requested and agreed to such a bond.”
August must have been warned because he quickly said, “It’s clear, your honor, that Mr. Donnally is under severe emotional pressure and quite honestly feels so guilty about the attack on his wife that he feels being kept in custody is
an appropriate punishment for what he’s done. Nonetheless, bond is not our system’s way of punishing people for what they’ve done. Mr. Donnally has friends and family who will stay with him and monitor his behavior to avoid any recurrence of such an incident.”
“Ask Mr. Donnally,” I told Martin. “Ask him what he thinks.”
Martin looked at Donnally, in handcuffs and leg chains unlike any other inmate brought over from the jail. Both his bailiffs were carrying security officer-issue Tasers as well.
“Mr. Donnally, is what Mr. Maitland says true? You asked for and agreed to a million dollar cash bond?”
“Yes, your honor?” “Why?”
“I asked for a high cash bond so I couldn’t be bonded out. My wife and I, are having serious problems and she will not leave me alone. I am afraid that, if I wind up in close proximity to her again, I will kill her, and we have two children. I’m doing this to protect her until it’s safe for me to be free again.”
“You realize, Mr. Donnally, that we are not running a free hotel and recovery unit in our jail? It wasn’t designed to give individuals such as yourself a place to get your emotions under control before venturing out again.”
“We are, as are his friends, in the process of obtaining psychiatric counseling for Mr. Donnally,” I told Martin, “The state has no intention of turning the Duval County Jail into a recovery facility. This is a short term strategy to prevent a tragedy, your honor. No one will be served if Mrs. Donnally is murdered, her husband becomes a murderer, and their children are deprived of their parents. We merely ask that you let this bond remain in place for a relatively short period of time.”
“The state might have the best of intentions, your honor, but this is not the proper way to go about it,” August said.
Martin thought about it for a half minute, then said, “I tend to agree, but in the interests of public safety and with the understanding that this will be brought back before the court shortly to be changed, I’ll set the bond at this time.”
I was in my Escalade heading for Baymeadows, where the woman with the biggest, or at least the sexiest, tits in the world was waiting to go out to dinner with me when my cell rang. I saw that it was an SA number.
“What is it, Mitch? DO NOT SAY an emergency has come up.” “An emergency has come up.”
“I told you not to say that. What is it?”
“We’ve got a lady here who apparently is a cousin of Wilbur Bell. She’s doing her damnedest to talk old Wilbur out of testifying against Sutton. I’ve got the room bugged so I could hear what was going on and she’s telling him he’s wasting his time because they’ll never convict Sutton. Also, Wilbur’s daughter might ‘come into some money’ if Wilbur conveniently develops amnesia about the whole thing.”
“That asshole and his mother never quit. Let me get over there and see if I can convince the cousin to roll over on Sutton and momma. It would be nice to put them away for jury tampering even if we never get him on murder charges. Get her out of there but don’t let her get away. Wilbur is too far gone to even let him be disturbed by shit like this. Sutton will get the same benefit if she precipitates a heart attack and kills him off.”
It was a gamble because we couldn’t use the information obtained by the bug if the cousin turned stubborn on us and refused to admit she was trying to tamper with a witness. However, it gave us a shot, and that made it worthwhile to leave the biggest tits in the western hemisphere unexamined for another few days.
I punched in Myra’s number.
“Hello, Bill. Please tell me this is to confirm that you’re on your way over here. I got dressed up and this one has buttons strong enough to hold me in but it’s low cut enough to be. interesting.”
“I wish, Myra. Something has come up. I’ve got to go. It’s important or I’d be over there in 30 minutes. Is there any chance that, maybe, we could get together for drinks later tonight?”
“Tomorrow’s a work day Bill, you know that, and some of us need our beauty sleep. Besides, you show up on my doorstep at 11 p.m., we get to drinking and we’re liable to do something we’ll regret.”
“You might, I won’t.”
“I don’t think so. Besides, it’s not like you’re dying for - relief, is it?” “That means. ?”
“A little birdie told me that Celestial Madonna was grinning ear to ear when you left her in New York this past weekend, and it wasn’t just because you give good interview, was it?”
“Myra, you think I’d mix business and pleasure?” “I think you’re a man.”
“It was an interesting weekend.”
“You’d have had more fun with me, but that’s too catty. I’m glad you had a good time. Let’s try to reschedule.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow or come up and see you. I don’t know about this weekend, but we will get together.”
“I’m looking forward to it. Right now I guess I’ll get out of these clothes, lay down naked on my satin sheets and rub lotion where I need it. Bye.”
I ALMOST kept going to her apartment, but the ghost of my father whispered in my ear and I did the right thing. I drove to Baptist Medical Center, made sure Wilbur was still breathing, spent a frustrating hour trying to threaten or cajole the cousin into rolling over on the Suttons but finally gave up. She was either too stubborn, too stupid or too greedy to be rollable, but I made sure the nurses and staff knew this lady was never to be allowed in or anywhere near Sutton’s room again.
Then I went home and for the first time in a long time jerked off to a porno about a huge breasted nympho on one of the better computer porn sites. It helped
—a little bit.
OCTOBER 7, 2005 -- FRIDAY - 9 A.M.
I stood up in front of Judge Larry Martin, a young black judge only a few years older than myself, and watched Paul Donnally being walked by bailiffs to the defendant’s table from the area where prisoners were kept before they were called. Johnny August stood at the table waiting for him. That alone was enough to raise a stir among the knowledgeable courthouse watchers. The Public Defender never appeared on first hearings before a judge. The newest and lowliest of the low did this scut work, but not today.Before Donnally had even gotten into place, August turned his nearly sightless eyes toward me, then looked back at the judge and said, “Your honor, I want to formally protest the action of Assistant State Attorney William Maitland. The bond he is requesting is an affront to decency,”
Martin looked at me and asked, “Mr. Maitland, do you have anything you want to say about this matter. Not that I have any doubt that you do.”
Before I could answer, August in his best tone of feigned outrage, interrupted, “Your honor, how can there be any justification for a million dollar CASH bond in a case that—at worst—might involve attempted first degree murder and will likely be pled down to a much less severe offense. Serial killers and terrorists don’t face million dollar CASH bonds. It is unheard of, unless Mr. Maitland thinks we’re dealing with a multi-millionaire cold blooded murderer who will run to a country without an extradition treaty as soon as he walks out of here. My client is a public relations professional at a local university, a white collar worker of limited financial means, who has never been guilty of even a traffic infraction, much less a serious crime. I am more of a flight risk than Mr. Donnally.”
Martin let August make his spiel, then directed his attention back to me.
“I’ll grant that a million dollar cash bond is unusual, your honor, but I do think it’s justified in this case. First, the defendant is charged with attempting to murder his wife by crushing her throat with his bare hands and almost succeeding. His wife sent a letter to my office begging us to keep her husband in custody because of her very real fear that the next time he sees her, he will complete the job. She has hired private security preparing for the possibility that he might make bond.
“Secondly, while in custody, he became involved in a disturbance with fellow inmates that left one in a coma and the other with serious injuries, both of whom are still being treated at University Medical Center. In the same incident he ripped a jail officer’s arm literally out of its socket. He attempted to aid the officer afterwards and it appears the officer might not suffer permanent damage.
“To sum up, while in custody and being overseen he did serious bodily damage to three grown, good-sized men, with his bare hands. I leave it to your imagination what he might do to a five-foot-four, 120 pound woman with those same bare hands. Also, we are dealing with a domestic situation here. You and I are both aware that some of the most heinous violence we see comes in exactly such situations. Finally, the bond is appropriate because Mr. Donnally has requested and agreed to such a bond.”
August must have been warned because he quickly said, “It’s clear, your honor, that Mr. Donnally is under severe emotional pressure and quite honestly feels so guilty about the attack on his wife that he feels being kept in custody is
an appropriate punishment for what he’s done. Nonetheless, bond is not our system’s way of punishing people for what they’ve done. Mr. Donnally has friends and family who will stay with him and monitor his behavior to avoid any recurrence of such an incident.”
“Ask Mr. Donnally,” I told Martin. “Ask him what he thinks.”
Martin looked at Donnally, in handcuffs and leg chains unlike any other inmate brought over from the jail. Both his bailiffs were carrying security officer-issue Tasers as well.
“Mr. Donnally, is what Mr. Maitland says true? You asked for and agreed to a million dollar cash bond?”
“Yes, your honor?” “Why?”
“I asked for a high cash bond so I couldn’t be bonded out. My wife and I, are having serious problems and she will not leave me alone. I am afraid that, if I wind up in close proximity to her again, I will kill her, and we have two children. I’m doing this to protect her until it’s safe for me to be free again.”
“You realize, Mr. Donnally, that we are not running a free hotel and recovery unit in our jail? It wasn’t designed to give individuals such as yourself a place to get your emotions under control before venturing out again.”
“We are, as are his friends, in the process of obtaining psychiatric counseling for Mr. Donnally,” I told Martin, “The state has no intention of turning the Duval County Jail into a recovery facility. This is a short term strategy to prevent a tragedy, your honor. No one will be served if Mrs. Donnally is murdered, her husband becomes a murderer, and their children are deprived of their parents. We merely ask that you let this bond remain in place for a relatively short period of time.”
“The state might have the best of intentions, your honor, but this is not the proper way to go about it,” August said.
Martin thought about it for a half minute, then said, “I tend to agree, but in the interests of public safety and with the understanding that this will be brought back before the court shortly to be changed, I’ll set the bond at this time.”
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