Chapter 20 #2
“He used his position as a director in the FBI to try and railroad a case that had no right to be tried. Thank goodness, Katherine’s mother is a cut-throat attorney and saw right through his bullshit.
” He paused, then looked between the judge and jury.
“I’m sorry for swearing, there’s no other way to describe it.
At first, I didn’t think Katherine would be charged for something she didn’t do, it was George Babcock Grayson that used his power with the FBI to fast track the trial.
Thank goodness it backfired on him and the correct person was rightfully tried, and sentenced. ”
“May I ask who Katherine is, and who was tried and convicted?”
“Objection!” The defense yelled, but didn’t bother standing.
“Overruled. If this is a closed case, then it’s open for discussion,” the judge said with a glare at the attorney.
“Katherine Miller, my step-daughter was wrongfully accused of murder, and wrongful death. Michael Babcock, George’s son, his only child, was proven to be the culprit in the accident that took Stephanie Ransome’s life.
There was video evidence. I acted like I went along with it, but that’s when I started doubling down and gathering evidence against George.
When Katherine was exonerated on all charges, and Michael was brought to trial, I knew then that my days being associated with George were numbered. ”
“What was the result of Michael’s trail?”
“Life in prison for attempted murder of Katherine, and the murder of Stephanie.”
“How did George Babcock Grayson react to the news?”
“Poorly, the night of the sentencing, he showed up at my house. I was still married to Ilsa Miller at that time, and he demanded I take him to Katherine’s apartment because he was going to teach her a lesson.”
“What type of lesson.”
Larry hung his head, and sighed heavily several times, while downing an entire glass of water.
“After we left the house, George told me he wanted to kidnap Katherine and demanded that I contact my buyers for the prostitutes I sold.” He shook his head, scrubbed his face, and sighed again.
“After Manchester, that’s retired agent Duane Manchester, was taken off the sting, about three years later, when I met George, he told me to get the girls to the hotel room. ”
“What girls?”
“Prostitutes that worked the streets. Not the FBI agents that Manchester used. Regular women that sold their bodies for money, preferably without pimps, and who were new to the scene. I was also instructed to get a crew together and check out airports and bus terminals for single females traveling alone and looking scared. Once I reassured them, got them a room, others on my crew would convince them to turn tricks.” He shook his head and looked directly at George as he said his next statement.
The look of hatred on his face spoke volumes.
“George instructed the other people, local police officers with LAPD, to have sex with them first. Once they were tired of them, the buyers I had lined up before would arrive at the motel. We left the girls with them. When we went back the next day, if the girl wasn’t dead, she was missing.
It would be weeks to months before my buyers reached out to me to say they took the girl home, but were looking for a new toy.
Those were their words, toys. Women they wanted to have sex with, to treat as an object, but didn’t want to pay for them in their day-to-day life.
When we arrived back at the hotel, if the girl was gone, there was an envelope of cash waiting for us. ”
“What happened to the cash?”
“I was instructed to turn it over to George. Sometimes he shared it with the four officers from LAPD and myself, sometimes he kept it for himself.”
“Were the prostitutes and girls taken from the airports and train stations your only involvement?”
“No, we also dealt in guns. Again, I was Manchester’s handler and forced him to follow a shipment of guns out of state.
There was something about Manchester that George hated with a passion.
Since going rogue and handing over all the information I had to Lyle Anderson, along with cooperating with the authorities where I’ve been held, I realize that George hated Duane with a passion. ”
“What made you come to that conclusion?”
“Because Special Agent Duane Manchester is a man of integrity. He’s honest, and he’s the type of law enforcement officer you want on your side.
On the other hand, George is the type to have his hand out, and only did anything good if he could line his pockets.
I was just like him until he went after Katherine, and the four LAPD officers are just like George.
I have no clue where they are, or how deep in they are, all I know is that I can testify about what I know and what I have done, seen, said, and witnessed. ”
Jason wasted no time asking him about his involvement with George Grayson, and Larry didn’t disappoint with his answers.
Every single question asked of him had documentation to back it up.
The questioning went on all day, and up until lunch the following day.
When they came back from lunch, Jason made sure to avoid the defense attorneys because he did literally see George sweat, if the handkerchief he held tightly clenched in his hand and used for a day and a half was any indication.
He had one more witness up his sleeve and made sure to use it.