Silenced Justice: A Josh Williams Novel Read Online Free Page A
Author: Joe Broadmeadow
want it for nuttin’, don't you? Fucking mulignan, no fucking mouthpiece for you here. We own your ass, like the good 'ole days."
The complaint finished, the detectives unhooked Grey from the pipe. Cuffing him in the back, holding the man's handcuffed hands high up behind him, they forced Grey to bend forward at the waist. The detectives paraded him through the squad room. "Anybody interested in a broken down nigger?" Weslyan asked, laughing. "I'll sell 'em cheap. No? Okay, then off to the cages he goes with the rest of the monkeys," heading out of the office.
The entertainment over, the other investigators returned to their reports.
Hauling Grey into the cellblock, they stood him in front of the booking desk. The sergeant in charge glanced up, looking him over. "Have rescue come take a look at him," he ordered, returning to his newspaper.
"Sarge, the asshole killed a white girl and raped a couple of others. Screw him, no rescue."
"Oh, this is the prick, huh?" the sergeant replied, now a bit more interested. "In that case, put him in A-5. Are you guys doing a lineup?"
"Yeah, just waiting on East Providence PD to bring their victim here. She's a cop's kid, a retired trooper."
"No shit?" the sergeant said. "We should just give the trooper a few minutes alone with the cocksucker. Save us all some headaches."
Weslyan removed the handcuffs and pushed Grey into the cell. Closing the door, he looked up and pointed above door. Georgiana looked and saw the words Monkey Exhibit written there.
"Perfect," he smiled.
* * *
Two hours later, Weslyan and Georgiana brought back Grey from the cellblock and took him to the lineup area. They put him in the first position. Five other black men completed the array.
"What about the blood and the swollen eye?" the assistant AG, Robert Collucci, asked. "A potential problem don't you think?"
"Want me to go smack the other five?" a detective suggested.
"No," Collucci replied, "Go clean him up first."
A short time later, the prosecutor's concerns satisfied, the lineup was ready.
Five men waited in the viewing area, Collucci, two detectives, the uniform officer who arrested Grey, and Captain Gemma.
Two East Providence PD detectives came in with the twenty-five year-old victim from one of their cases. Collucci explained the procedure as they opened the curtain covering the view window into the lineup room.
The victim, Sheila Monson, looked at the six men. She studied them, one by one. "I'm not sure; I don't think he's there."
Collucci looked at the Providence detectives and shook his head.
The door to the witness area opened, slamming into the wall. The victim's father, retired Rhode Island State Police Lieutenant Alfred Monson, barged in. "Which one is it, Sheila? Just tell me. Which one?"
"Why is he here?" Collucci asked.
"Hey," Monson said, taking a step toward Collucci, fists clenched. "This is my daughter that piece of shit attacked. You wanna try to keep me out of here? Go ahead, try."
Captain Gemma stepped between the two.
Collucci backed up, raising his hands, "Okay, okay. Just let her look them over. We don't want the lineup thrown out." Turning back to Sheila he said, "Take a good look again, Miss. Take your time."
Monson looked again, shaking her head, "I'm not sure. It might be number three, but I can't…I'm just not sure." Looking to her father for help, all she saw was his disappointment and rage.
"Give me a minute with her," Alfred Monson said. "She's just nervous."
Collucci looked at Captain Gemma. He shrugged his shoulders, nodded, and they both walked out. Monson and his daughter walked to the squad room. The two Providence detectives followed, standing with Monson as he talked to her.
Weslyan tapped the father on the shoulder and made a head movement to follow him. As they walked outside to the hallway, Captain Gemma saw them, raising an eyebrow. Weslyan smiled. "No problem, Captain. We're all set now."
Gemma walked away and Weslyan turned to
The complaint finished, the detectives unhooked Grey from the pipe. Cuffing him in the back, holding the man's handcuffed hands high up behind him, they forced Grey to bend forward at the waist. The detectives paraded him through the squad room. "Anybody interested in a broken down nigger?" Weslyan asked, laughing. "I'll sell 'em cheap. No? Okay, then off to the cages he goes with the rest of the monkeys," heading out of the office.
The entertainment over, the other investigators returned to their reports.
Hauling Grey into the cellblock, they stood him in front of the booking desk. The sergeant in charge glanced up, looking him over. "Have rescue come take a look at him," he ordered, returning to his newspaper.
"Sarge, the asshole killed a white girl and raped a couple of others. Screw him, no rescue."
"Oh, this is the prick, huh?" the sergeant replied, now a bit more interested. "In that case, put him in A-5. Are you guys doing a lineup?"
"Yeah, just waiting on East Providence PD to bring their victim here. She's a cop's kid, a retired trooper."
"No shit?" the sergeant said. "We should just give the trooper a few minutes alone with the cocksucker. Save us all some headaches."
Weslyan removed the handcuffs and pushed Grey into the cell. Closing the door, he looked up and pointed above door. Georgiana looked and saw the words Monkey Exhibit written there.
"Perfect," he smiled.
* * *
Two hours later, Weslyan and Georgiana brought back Grey from the cellblock and took him to the lineup area. They put him in the first position. Five other black men completed the array.
"What about the blood and the swollen eye?" the assistant AG, Robert Collucci, asked. "A potential problem don't you think?"
"Want me to go smack the other five?" a detective suggested.
"No," Collucci replied, "Go clean him up first."
A short time later, the prosecutor's concerns satisfied, the lineup was ready.
Five men waited in the viewing area, Collucci, two detectives, the uniform officer who arrested Grey, and Captain Gemma.
Two East Providence PD detectives came in with the twenty-five year-old victim from one of their cases. Collucci explained the procedure as they opened the curtain covering the view window into the lineup room.
The victim, Sheila Monson, looked at the six men. She studied them, one by one. "I'm not sure; I don't think he's there."
Collucci looked at the Providence detectives and shook his head.
The door to the witness area opened, slamming into the wall. The victim's father, retired Rhode Island State Police Lieutenant Alfred Monson, barged in. "Which one is it, Sheila? Just tell me. Which one?"
"Why is he here?" Collucci asked.
"Hey," Monson said, taking a step toward Collucci, fists clenched. "This is my daughter that piece of shit attacked. You wanna try to keep me out of here? Go ahead, try."
Captain Gemma stepped between the two.
Collucci backed up, raising his hands, "Okay, okay. Just let her look them over. We don't want the lineup thrown out." Turning back to Sheila he said, "Take a good look again, Miss. Take your time."
Monson looked again, shaking her head, "I'm not sure. It might be number three, but I can't…I'm just not sure." Looking to her father for help, all she saw was his disappointment and rage.
"Give me a minute with her," Alfred Monson said. "She's just nervous."
Collucci looked at Captain Gemma. He shrugged his shoulders, nodded, and they both walked out. Monson and his daughter walked to the squad room. The two Providence detectives followed, standing with Monson as he talked to her.
Weslyan tapped the father on the shoulder and made a head movement to follow him. As they walked outside to the hallway, Captain Gemma saw them, raising an eyebrow. Weslyan smiled. "No problem, Captain. We're all set now."
Gemma walked away and Weslyan turned to
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