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Emergency Hearing
By: BigBossJay Date: May 18, 2019, 10:36 am
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Lincoln stepped into the court room and looked around, seeing it
almost bare. What was even more strange was that he didn't see
the District Attorney. He checked his phone to make sure he'd
gotten the right message about the hearing. He put his briefcase
on the defense table and sent a mass text to his immediate and
distant family.
Lincoln.:. Emergency hearing. No details yet. I'll call with an
update.
Lincoln looked up as a side door opened and MJ was shuffled in,
a look on his face reading confusion. Lincoln nodded at him when
they brought him close.
MJ. The fuck going on?
Lincoln. I don't know, your guess is just as good as mine.
MJ. The DA ain't here?
Lincoln. I noticed, too.
The bailiff opened the door as Judge Cartwright entered in her
robes. MJ and Lincoln rose and she waved them off before they
could stand fully. She took a seat and sighed.
Cartwright. It's been brought to my attention that there are a
lot of...improprieties in this case. Mr. Greer, you've spoken to
my office?
Lincoln. Yes, Your Honor. The presiding detective has a clear
pattern of inappropriate behavior not just toward my client, but
towards my client's family.
Cartwright. Which includes you.
Lincoln looked at her.
Cartwright. I've done my research and discovered your father is
Victor Greer.
Lincoln. That's right, Your Honor.
Cartwright. Your father was a good man.
Lincoln nodded.
Lincoln. He was. Thank you.
Cartwright. That doesn't give me enough reason to cast doubt on
a decorated member of the FBI.
Lincoln. As I stated, Your Honor, his pattern. Years ago, he and
a senior CCPD Detective, Detective Bryant, colluded to pit my
father and his brother, Marcus Jr.'s father, against each other
and to have my father killed. Detective Bryant has been the
primary on every case involving my family going back at least a
decade.
Cartwright. Mr. Greer--
Lincoln. I have sworn statements from my aunt Monica, a former
colleague of my father's who will testify to my father's state
of mind, and a former colleague of Detective Calhoun's who will
testify that Calhoun was after my family. He still is.
Cartwright. That's nice, but--
Lincoln. There's proof that Detective Calhoun has a romantic
relationship with Patricia Logan, the city's chief auctioneer
and the woman in charge of all the properties owned by my
client. There's a web of conspiracy against my client an my
entire family that leads back to Detective Calhoun, Your Honor.
Judge Cartwright stared at Lincoln before looking at everything
that he'd placed before her.
Cartwright. I'd called this hearing to deny your motions, Mr.
Greer. But, with what you've provided for me...I see that you've
put more than a few ducks in a row. I want to see you and your
client in my chambers immediately.
Judge Cartwright walked away and Lincoln sighed, looking at MJ.
MJ. Is that good?
Lincoln. Hell if I know, MJ...
Lincoln gathered his things, hoping he'd done enough to sway
Judge Cartwright...
...Minutes later, Lincoln and MJ were standing in Judge
Cartwright's chambers while she took off her robe, staring at
the both of them.
Cartwright. I wanted to speak in here so that we could not be
recorded.
She leaned on her desk.
Cartwright. I knew your grandfather, Dwayne, quite well. He was
a good man, plagued with a problem most of us had in the 80s and
90s. Children who saw stars where drugs were lying. I'm familiar
with both of your fathers as well. Victor was a good man, and a
damn good lawyer. Attorneys hated going against Victor Greer.
And Marcus...while not squeaky clean, showed a lot of
intelligence and smarts. Two brothers on the opposite sides of a
coin. Here I am looking at two more Greer men, both where their
fathers have stood.
Lincoln watched as she pulled a stack of files from her desk and
handed them to him.
Cartwright. I'll have to recuse myself because of my ties to
your family.
MJ. Ties?
Lincoln. What ties, Your Honor?
She sighed.
Cartwright. Let's just say that Dwayne and I have a connected
past. Your case will be bumped to Judge Olson.
Lincoln. So, what's this?
Cartwright. Every complaint I've gotten against both Detective
Calhoun and Detective Bryant. You're not wrong, I just can't be
the one to help you prove it. What I will grant, however, is
your motion to release your client pending further
investigation.
MJ gasped with a smile.
Cartwright. The DA will fight it, and that's when it will go to
Judge Olson. Get your shit together, Mr. Greer. You're in for a
fight.
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