Page 51 of Jason's Justice
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.
CHAPTER 21
“Next witness,”the judge called out to Jason when they settled after a two-hour lunch break.
Jason stood and called out, “Michael Babcock.”
“OBJECTION!”George and both of his lawyers jumped to their feet and screamed at the judge.
The judge looked at him, then at Jason. It was Jason he asked the question of, “Was this witness’s name on the list?”
“Yes, your Honor.” He took the list that the defense team had signed off on, and walked it up to the bench. When the judge saw the signatures, he turned and glared at them.
“Overruled. You have no right to reject an approved witness.” He continued to glare at the entire table as Michael was brought in and sworn in. This time, he wore an orange jumpsuit, white socks, sandals, and the cuffs on his wrists and ankles were not removed. Three armed guards stood behind the witness box while he sat there.
“Mr. Babcock, what can you tell us about your involvement in the alleged criminal enterprise your father spearheaded.”
“OBJECTION!”
“Overruled.”
“Mr. Babcock?” Jason asked, and watched the looks exchanged between George and Michael. He walked over and stood between them so Michael couldn’t see him. “Let me remind you that your testimony today will not get your current sentence reduced. What you are serving life in prison for has nothing to do with why we are here today.” Jason looked at him hard, and walked over to pick up a remote. He went back to stand between the two, and turned his hard, cold glance onto Michael.
“Let me remind you of why you are here,” he said as he aimed the remote to the TV that had been brought in that day, and everyone saw Michael and a woman sitting in a car, and Michael was talking about how he was helping his father rob drug dealers of their product and money. They video played for three whole minutes, before Jason shut it off.
“OBJECTION!”
“Overruled,” the judge said coldly, and looked at Michael. “You’ll answer Mr. Black’s questions.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I would normally hold you in contempt where you would go to jail for a few days and pay a fine, but since you’re already doing life, then I would send you back to your prison cell.” He paused and saw the expressions running over the younger man’s face. He was about to pick up his gavel to have him sent back to prison, when Michael sighed, and turned his attention to Jason.
“What was the question again?”
“What role did you play in the organization your father had going with the drug dealers?”
“I was the runner.”
“Could you please explain that?”
