Chapter 18 Downtown
DOWNTOWN
“What did Midas say?” Captain Marshal asked as I strolled into her office.
I tossed the tape recorder to her, and she hit play; her face twisted into one of disgust after it played through.
“Has the hospital determined if she was aware of her actions?” Marshal’s voice sounded weary, and she set her glasses down, rubbing her eyes.
“Psych hasn’t been to see her yet, the lawyers got us jumping through hoops about this evaluation, and every time someone comes to talk with Ms. Williams the bastard is always close by,” I confirmed as I watch Captain Marshal walk over to her liquor cabinet and pour us two glasses.
Fucking Addams was always in the way, many cases complicated because of his twisted moral compass.
“Thanks,” I muttered, taking the glass from her hand.
We sat in silence, absorbed in our own thoughts, and as I took a sip of the crisp amber liquid, feeling it burn on its way down, an idea struck me.
“Maybe going after Midas and Ms. Williams is the wrong move. We need to figure out the connections between them, but with Midas playing games and Ms. Williams lawyered up we need to switch focus. What do we know about the associates besides the blood money they took from Midas?” I took another sip of the bourbon in hopes it would will my mind to see the missing link.
“I see what you mean Dustin but we have already been over everyone in that neighborhood they are all clean, nothing out of the ordinary.” Marshal sighed, looking at the open file on her desk.
“Okay what about Addams?” I urged sitting upright.
“Not this again Jones, we’ve been over this a thousand times, you cannot accuse a defense attorney of wrong doing unless you have solid proof,” Marshal started shaking her head no.
“Listen to me Cap, I know I am right I just haven’t figured the connection yet, but doesn’t Midas and Ms. Williams have Addams representing them? There must be something we aren’t seeing. If we could just get a tap on his phone it might be the proof we need,” I eagerly asserted.
“That’s a big if, and no judge in this district would sign off on it, but doesn’t his ex-wife have a grudge against him and some priors that might need further clarification get Simmons on it.
You and I are going downtown to call in a favor,” she said as she grabbed her gun and stuffed it in her purse.
“Yes ma’am,” I half saluted as I held the door open for her, and we were off.
“Captain Marshal. What do I owe for the house call?” The man greeted as we entered his office.
“Hey Jeff, I am calling in that favor you owe me,” Marshal responded with a chuckle.
“Oh really? Here I was thinking you missed the good booze,” He gave a smile that could disarm as he crossed over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out a crystal bottle. “Does he drink?” Jeff asked offhandedly as he pulled out a few glasses.
“Detective Jones, and no I’m good thanks,” I commented, walking around the broad office.
“Alright … suit yourself, son.” He replied as he handed her a glass.
She took a sip as he sat behind his desk.
There was something eerily familiar about him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Now, what can I do for you Sharon?” Jeff said as he took a sip from the glass and focused his attention towards her.
“Well Senator Mathews, I need that favor. Do you have any sway with a judge that would grant us a subpoena for a defense lawyer?” Marshal asked. That’s where I knew the name—Mathews, the dude that was responsible for this splitting migraine I had.
“I’m intrigued, which one?” he set his glass on the desk and leaned in.
“Addams, I believe he represents your son? If I am not mistaken,” I supplied.
“Psst, he’s no son of mine. Troubled kid really, he’s been like that since he was this high,” Senator Mathews gestured to about the desk’s height. “It’s a shame really. So much potential wasted.”
“That must be hard for you, with your campaigns,” Captain responded, falling into the role of supportive friend. I almost rolled my eyes at how well he played the politician even in his own office.
“Well, it is what it is. Now I can put in a good word with Judge Porter, we go way back. He should be more than willing to help out an old friend.” Mathews finished as he stood with an outstretched hand.
“Thank you Jeff, I appreciated it,” She shook his hand and clasped it like she meant it.
“Nice meeting you Senator,” I half saluted as I turned to walk out the door, not giving the senator any chance to sink his grubby hands into mine.
“What is wrong with you Jones?” Captain Marshal asked as soon as the elevator doors had closed around us. What was wrong with me? I almost laughed.
“I don’t do politics, Sharon.” I enunciated her name.
“Enough, Senator Mathews happens to be one of the most influential people in all of Riven. Your lucky I have faith in your hunches or else I would not have wasted a favor with him over Addams,” She heaved a sigh and turned toward the mirror door.
“I’m sorry okay, just something about that guy feels off. Thanks for taking the chance, I promise I won’t be wrong.” I flashed her a cocky smile.