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Monson. "Tell her to pick number three. She thought he was the guy. I'll move the son-of-a-bitch to the third spot. No problem."
    Monson smiled. "Thanks, can I have five minutes with the asshole after?"
    "I'd love to but that fucking AG would shit himself."
    "What about him?" Monson asked, motioning towards Gemma's office. "He gonna be good with a second look?"
    'What second look?" Weslyan replied. "Only one lineup happened here, that's what the reports will say."
    Returning to the squad room, Monson sat next to his daughter, speaking to her in a soft, yet insistent tone. She looked at him, wide-eyed, afraid. "But I wasn't sure."
    "Yes you were, Sheila. You were just nervous. You don't want that piece of shit to get away with this do you?"
    Sheila shook her head, "No, of course not. But I want to be sure."
    "I'm sure," Monson said. "Go back in there. You know what to do. Listen to me Sheila; do the right thing for once in your life."
    Weslyan came back into the squad room. "All set Sheila, come on back and take a look."
    The group returned to the lineup viewing area, Collucci and Captain Gemma absent this time.
    Two minutes later, Weslyan and Georgiana took Grey back to the cellblock.   
    "She didn't pick me out, did she?" Grey said. "She couldn't, I didn't do nothin’. I wasn't there."
    Weslyan smiled, "She picked you out, asshole. We made sure of that."
     
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    Detective Weslyan called the shift commander. He asked for a wagon to transport Grey to the Adult Correctional Institute, known as the ACI. A short time later, two young Providence patrol officers walked into the cellblock.
    Grey, chained to a wall, face bruised and swollen, watched the officers. There was blood on his shirt. He was having difficulty breathing.
    "Hey, Sarge. What's up?" one of the officers asked.
    "Take that fucking stovepipe over to the hospital," the sergeant ordered, looking up from his desk. "Tell the ER doc to just clean him up. When the ER’s done with him, take him to the prison," handing the officer some paperwork.
    The younger of the two officers walked over to Grey. He looked at the man’s injuries, "What the hell happened to him?"
    The sergeant slammed his hands on the desk and rose from his seat. On the job 35 years, he didn't feel the need to explain anything to this snot-nosed, slick-sleeved, boot patrol officer. Backing the officer into the wall, he smiled. "He fell down. Twice. That fucking okay with you?"
    The officer swallowed hard and said, "Ah, yeah, sure. The hospital's gonna ask how this happened. I didn't know what to tell them."
    "How about you don't tell 'em a goddamn thing, stand there like a dope and smile. Think you can handle that? Just let them patch 'em up. Now get the hell out."
    At the hospital, the charge nurse took one look at Grey and called for the resident on duty. "I am not letting any of my nurses near this. That man needs to be admitted and the two cops are insisting they're not leaving here without him."
    "I'll deal with it," the resident answered.
    The doctor examined Grey and then called the officers outside the exam room. "Listen to me. I do not care what some sergeant at the police department thinks. I am admitting that man," turning from the officers and reentering the exam room.
    The officer got on his portable radio and told the shift commander.   
    Fifteen minutes later, Detective Weslyan and another detective charged into the ER. The uniform officer pointed to the exam room. Throwing the curtain back, Weslyan had a short and angry exchange with the resident. The pasty white looking resident left the room, went to the desk, and spoke to the charge nurse. She glared at the officers, shook her head, and turned away.
    Weslyan had Grey back in cuffs and pushed him towards the uniforms. Turning to the young detective he said, “See, nothing to it. We decide, not some fucking fairy doctor."
     
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    The Providence paddy wagon pulled into the sally port area of the ACI Inmate Intake