Page 4 of Jason's Justice
“May I ask why?”
“Sir,” Jason spoke then. He had reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out his credentials and passed them to the older man. “My name is Jason Black, I wear two hats, one, I’m a lawyer with the DOD out of Washington, DC. Two, I’m a federal prosecutor. There are several of us out there, but no one is higher than I am.” He withdrew a piece of paper and nodded as he handed it over. “This is a letter from the President of the United States giving me permission to do what I need to do.”
He stopped talking as the Captain read the letter, and passed it back with his brows raised. “Can you tell me what case you’re prosecuting, and how my detective is involved?”
Jason drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m about to take down one branch of the FBI, or at least half of the members of that office. I don’t know how big this is, or how wide. I need Mr. Lassiter to be my run around man to gather information if I need it.”
“Sir,” Kevin said as he nodded to Jason. “Remember when I went to Colorado for my brother-in-law’s wedding, but I returned earlier than planned?”
“Yes, you said you’d tell me why when the time came.” He looked between the two man standing before him. “Shit, you’re telling me the time has come.”
“Yes, see when I went to Colorado, there was a young woman there, she was on the run from her step-father and his boss. Without getting into great detail, the boss is a Director of the narcotics division in the Los Angeles branch of the FBI. His son was dating a girl, an accident occurred, the girl was tried for murder, but she was exonerated of all charges.”
“Holy shit, that’s huge.”
“Yes,” Jason took up the tail. “It’s my understanding that during this girl’s trial, some evidence was put into court that clearly pointed fingers at someone else. That someone else was charged for the same crimes, and he was found guilty in a court of law. He was also sentenced to life in prison for his crimes.”
“Oh, wow, but that’s not that unusual.”
“No, however, the gentleman that had done the accusing of the girl, then later was tried and convicted is the son of the FBI director of narcotics out of the Los Angeles office.” Jason shook his head and gratefully accepted the bottle of water from Kevin, they settled in the seats, and he continued, “After the sentencing of the young man, the father showed up at the girl’s house. He went there to get the girl’s step-father, who happens to be one of the people that work for him in the FBI.”
“Why were they going after the girl? She was exonerated, her case was closed.”
“Correct, they can never try her again, however, the director was out for blood. It scared the girl’s mother so much that she had set up plans to get her daughter out of Los Angeles and to safety. I have no idea what transpired. I only know that she’s safe now, and I have a heavily redacted copy of both trials. The girl’s mother is a lawyer, and her boss was the one to represent the girl. The boss was the one to get her out of town. Now, I am led to believe that the girl is safe, however, I’m here to get the original case files.”
“Why here? Why not Los Angeles? Also, where is the son imprisoned?””
“Because the mother has been staying in my home for the last six weeks,” Kevin said. “The son is in a maximum security prison. I believe, but don’t quote me, but I believe he’s in Victorville.”
“Holy shit, that’s bad. What were his charges again?”
“Attempted murder, and murder. Along with some other minor charges, but those two were what sent him away for life.”
“And the girl’s mother is in your home?”
“Yes, when I went to Ryan’s wedding some things were uncovered and it was in the works to get Mr. Black here to prosecute. I went to find the mother and brought her to my home.”
“Out of the line of fire?”
“Correct, and she has all the original, unredacted files.”
“And you need those, Mr. Black?”
“Yes.”
“Give me a minute,” the Captain said as he swung to his computer, tapped the keys, and in three minutes he looked over at Kevin with a nod. “I’m not saying this to be mean, but with allthe overtime you clocked in when you were still married, your current vacation, and PTO time, I can give you six months.”
“Really?”
“Yes, because your anniversary date was last month, you’ve completed twenty-two years, you’re now eligible for six weeks of vacation a year. Do you have any open cases?”
“No, I’ve just been researching cold cases the last week. All my paperwork is caught up, and I’m not up for rotation for being on-call until Monday.”
“Well, then today is your lucky day. You can leave now, take your six months, if you need more let me know. Also,” he said as he held up his hand and stopped them after they rose to their feet.
“Yes?”
“If you need help from this office contact me directly. I’ll be your research guy.”
