Page 50 of Jason's Justice
“What do you mean, naturally?”
“When you’re an FBI agent, you can’t be hired before the age of twenty-three, and you’re out the door at age fifty-seven. It’s an agency rule. Before I entered, I got a college degree, did two years as an officer for the LAPD, then joined the FBI. Those two years in the LAPD gave me a huge list of contacts and CI’s I used in my career as an FBI agent. When my director retired, at his retirement party, I met his replacement, George Grayson for about three minutes. Once Grayson took over, I started receiving e-mails from him directly.”
“What type of e-mails?” Jason asked as he took the papers he’d been holding and distributed them to the defense table, the judge, and the jury. He stated which number they were for evidence. When he stood back before his table, he turned back to Duane. “Are the papers I just handed you the e-mails in question?”
Duane looked at them and nodded. “Yes. As you can see here they started out okay, but after about five months of Grayson taking over, they became more urgent that I retire from doing undercover work and ride a desk. That’s not why I became an agent to begin with. I had this burning desire to work the streets and take out the scum that preys on our society.”
“What did you do?”
“After this last e-mail, the one where Grayson threatened to fire me for some bogus charge, did I retire. I went over his headto HR, and my last day there I had a brief conversation with Grayson. It lasted under thirty seconds.”
“Can you tell us what you said?”
“Objection!” the defense attorney yelled as he jumped to his feet.
“Overruled,” the judge said, and turned to Duane. “You may answer the question.”
“I had already turned in my gun and badge, and I saw Grayson outside his office. I told him that he had won, that I was leaving. I also told him that I knew what he was doing, and I didn’t know how long it would take, but I would take him and his goons down. That he was using the Federal Bureau of Investigations as his own private pocket lining enterprise.”
Jason nodded, and went to get more papers to distribute. They were discussed and four hours later, the judge called for a lunch recess. When Jason, his team of Ilsa and Lyle, along with Duane were alone, Jason looked at him with a grin.
“Thank you, you rattled Grayson’s defense team with your honesty, and the proof you gave me months ago.” They made their way out of the court room and were met with Grayson’s lawyer.
“Do you have time to talk?”
“No, I’m not making a plea deal for Grayson. He did the crimes, he’ll do the time,” Jason’s tone was so cold the others with him shivered. He walked away, and they followed them up to Lyle’s office where lunch was waiting for them.
“Question,” Duane said after he ate half his lunch, wiped his mouth, and stared at Jason. “Why did you tell him no deal?”
“It’s too early in the case. If Grayson’s defense is coming at me for a deal now, with just your testimony, then they’re running scared. What are they going to do when Larry Mason takes the stand?” He gave an evil grin, which he accompanied with a laugh. “Besides, I literally want to see Grayson sweat.”The four of them shared a laugh, and when they went back to court, the afternoon was more of going over the paperwork that Duane had provided from his time as an agent. They called it a night around five o’clock and were told they would reconvene at nine the next morning.
“You may callyour first witness for the day,” the judge said at three minutes after nine the following morning.
Jason stood tall, buttoned his jacket, and said loudly, “Larry Mason.” He stood there and tried not to grin when the defense table started scrambling. Everyone turned to look at the doors in the back of the court room, however, a door to the side, where prisoners were led in opened, and though he was dressed in a suit and tie, Larry wore handcuffs and a chain was brought down to the cuffs on his ankles. Jason nodded in admiration when the other man ignored the glares coming from George’s table, and everyone watched as Larry’s escort took him to the witness stand, uncuffed him, and stood behind him as he was sworn in. Once he took his seat, the guard stood off to the side of the back of the witness stand. Jason knew he was going to be there, so did Larry. It was in case Larry tried to make a run for it. They had discussed not putting the leg restraints on him, because he has been cooperating in every sense of the word, but Larry said he wanted it for effect. Jason got right to work with his first question.
“Mr. Mason, why are you testifying against your boss and friend?”
“He crossed the line when he went after someone I cared for.” When he didn’t say anything more, Jason asked him to elaborate.
“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.”
