Some Sundays

 The "Fishbowl", the nickname the Detectives gave the interrogation room...

SUNDAY AFTERNOON-

''Don't be an idiot...I was down the shore with Ingrid the entire weekend..She has the receipts from the Beach house we rented...and from the places we ate...We left my place at around 2:00, maybe a little after two and were there all Friday Night and Saturday, getting back just an hour ago...." said ADA Fancy Kildaire.

"I can vouch for her...I picked her up a little after 2:00 in the afternoon and we were down the shore the entire weekend...Like she said.. I have receipts from the Beach House we rented and from the restaurant we had our meals in and from the places we drank and ate in..." said Ingrid..

"That is your uh how do they say it...Estranged Husband, Derrick Kildaire, Insurance Attorney and his fingerprints are on the door...That is one of your kitchen knives in his back , with only your fingerprints on it..."said Lt. Tragg..

"I don't know what he was doing in my place...What do you think...I'd murder my soon to be ex-husband and just lock up and go to the shore like nothing happened? Come on, are you THAT STUPID?" asked Fancy Kildaire.

"What I am is a man who looks at facts....Fact, you and Derrik Kildaire the deceased were in the middle of a contentious divorce...Fact, you two had had three serious ,loud public blow ups lately...One at the courthouse that I witnessed during the second trial... Fact..he's dead on the floor in the middle of your condo with YOUR kitchen knife in his back and your prints all over the knife...and fact, you weren't seen or heard from for 72 hours.." said Lt. Tragg..

"We have witnesses who will vouch they saw us this weekend...." said Ingrid ,who wrote the names down....

Lt. Tragg's eyebrows raised....

"OHHHHHHH I SEEEE!" he said.

After a restful weekend at the shore.. There is nothing we'd like less than a visit from Lt. Tragg and his men..

And yet they visited each of us in our homes.... 

 

 

 

 

They asked us if we saw ADA Fancy Kildaire and Investigator Ingrid Stephenson this weekend down the shore.. We all answered that we did , that we all had drinks at a seaside bar Saturday Afternoon and were all there until closing....We were told she had been arrested for "Suspicion of Murder." A Murder that occurred Friday Afternoon in Philadelphia before she had left for the shore.

None of us believed it...All of us believed that once again he had jumped to conclusions and arrested the wrong person...

Back in the "Fishbowl"

"Your lawyer friends bailed you out....For Saturday! They all say they had drinks with both of you Saturday Afternoon..Your credit cards and debit cards bare you out...and we called the Manager of the Beach House you rented... but Ingrid...you never actually went up to her condo , so you couldn't have seen the living room or heard anything and There is still the matter of that knife...Your knife in his back with your prints on it..I'm afraid I'm going to have to hold you on First degree Murder charges Fancy...I can't believe it...I hate to do it.. but the facts are the facts...Fancy Kildare, you are under arrest for the murder of your husband, Derrick Kildaire...You have the right to remain silent., Anything you say from here on in can and will be held against you in a court of law... You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one, which is doubtful, looking at the place you live in one will be provided to you...You being an attorney, I know you understand these laws as I am reading them to you..." said Lt. Tragg.

"OHHHHH YOU REALLY ARE AN IDIOT!" said Ingrid....

''What ADA Coates said about you is true.....You are a Horse's Ass.." said a very angry, Fancy Kildaire.

"Ingrid....you're not even supposed to be in here....You're not an attorney...Leave the room...."said Lt. Tragg.

''With Pleasure...I can't stand being around you another second....Hang in there girl...I'll be back with Legal counsel...the best Money can buy.." said Ingrid.

Lt. Tragg stared at her balefully....He would have so loved to have taken her to bed...

A very relaxing Sunday Afternooon...Olivia and I were in the kitchen, kissing passionately...

"Ummmmmmm...." I moaned..

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuu...you obviously didn't get enough last night..." cooed Olivia.

"No I didn't." I laughed...

I slowly lifted her skirt and  slipped her panties down.. When the doorbell rang!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh WHO THE HELL IS IT?" I said.. thinking it was Lt. Tragg, who had been by here hours ago..

I turned on the Doorbell Video buzzer...

It wasn't Lt. Tragg, it was the Investigator for the D.A. , Ingrid Stephenson.

Olivia slipped her panties back up and buzzed her in, telling her to come upstairs...

"Hi Olivia, Donnie Ray...Sorry to bother you guys on a Sunday..I know you like us are just getting bac from the shore." she said.. She looked around..... "Ummmmmmm nice place you got here." she said.

Admiring our domicile.

"My niece and her husband live a floor below me..."said Olivia.

"Nice!" I'm here because Lt. Tragg has arrested my friend, Fancy Kildaire and charged her with First Degree Murder.When we got back to her place from Down the shore, we found her estranged husband in the middle of the floor in a pool of blood.  He had been stabbed to death. The Medical Examiner said he'd been dead for 72 hours...Meaning he broke into her condo, shortly after we left Friday, which would have been around two or a little after and someone stabbed him to death...He certainly wasn't around when we left."said Ingrid.

 "Her husband???.....Isn't he the guy she had the rather loud argument with right after the second trial?" I said. I remember they were so loud and came so close to getting violent that several bailiffs had to step between them and practically drag him out...

"That's him!  They are going through a rather contentious divorce...If you check, you'll see she had a restraining order and a cease and desist filed against him...He wasn't even supposed to be at her condo and I don't know how he got in...He didn't have a key."said Ingrid..

This was the most she'd ever talked to us....

''So you're here because you want us to represent her? Fancy?? We are, we will be going up against your team when and if a new trial date is set for Mercedes Natividad." said Olivia.

"I know...I'm concerned about my friend, Fancy right now!She needs your help....All of the ADA's say that if they ever got in trouble...You and your niece is who they would want defending them." said Ingrid...."And she can pay you.." she said.

"That's always nice." said Olivia with a smile.

II-

SUNDAY NIGHT

Fancy had been sitting in the "Fishbowl" for over 8 hours....She had been charged with a murder she knew absolutely nothing about... She sat silently, saying nothing..

Lt. Tragg tried his best to cajole her into confessing...saying it would go a long way toward keeping her off death row....She nearly laughed in his face...She was a prosecutor...She knew all of the tricks police used to get a suspect to confess....Some she herself found abhorrent. No She wasn't going for it...

He drank a hot cup of coffee in front of her...How badly she wanted coffee and a sandwich...Neither of which was forthcoming.  This was torture...This room smelled like men's sweaty socks after playing ball for hours in the gym, with hints of vomit...

She thought about Ingrid....Was she really going to get her legal help? Who was she going to get? She looked up and she saw who....

''Olivia!" she gasped. 

''Bet you never expected to see us coming to your rescue." said Olivia.

"I never expected it!" said a surprised Lt. Tragg.,

"I never expected it...but I welcome it!  I welcome it!" said a relieved Fancy Kildaire.

 

I couldn't help but smile.

"Not another word...You're an Attorney, you know the rules....If you agree to let us represent you...Then this interrogation is over..."said Beverly..

"Yes....Yes...Of course..." said Fancy....

"We are going to get you out of here...Just hang tight.." said Nelson.

Josie whispered in her ear..."Tuesday we'll Night Court You."

She winked at Josie...She knew what that meant.....but it also meant she had to spend another day in custody..

"I'm so glad you guys are here." she said.

"Take Care." said Bresha as we left...

"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!! DON'T YOU PEOPLE HAVE ENOUGH TO DO WITH MERCEDES NATIVIDAD??? NOW YOU'RE INVOLVED IN THIS??? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" screamed a totally livid Lt. Tragg. 

''We are attorneys...We are doing our jobs! We can walk and chew gum at the same time!" explained Olivia.

 

I didn't say a word, I just stared at him balefully, the way he stared at us...

''Don't get your panties in a bunch...If it wasn't us...It would be somebody.." said Beverly, smiling...

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT MY UNDERWEAR!!!!!" snorted Lt. Tragg angrilly..

"Trust me, I'm not..." said Beverly snarkily...

Nelson chuckled.. "He'd much wish for it to be somebody else..." he said.

 Josie smiled.

"Make that two of us Bev." she said.

But Bresha found nothing humorous about being in Lt. Tragg's presence..She despised him..she turned and followed us out...

Fancy was handcuffed and led upstairs to the holding cell she would occupy..

Nicknamed "The Cooler"

She was given her first food..

Two Hot Dogs, which she quickly demolished...

A Bag of chips....

and some lukewarm coffee..

SUNDAY NIGHT- 

We finally arrived home....

"This weekend was great....Friday and Saturday was anyway....TODAY!!! TODAY is why we went away....Maybe we'll all go away again next week...for a five day weekend if possible....Lt. Tragg and his storm troopers going to everybody's house questioning them....Then Ingrid coming here and enlisting our help for Fancy, one of the prosecutors trying to put our client back on death row...and being in that smelly interrogation room....OUUUUUUUUUU!" said an angry and frustrated Olivia.

I put my index finger over her soft lips...

"SHHHHHHHHH..We are home now...No more interruptions...." I said.

We kissed passionately....

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Donnie Ray...." she moaned as she kissed me like kissing was going out of style...

She was very passionate when she was angry...

We wasted no time, no time at all getting our clothes off....

and me getting her panties down and off...

"OUUUUUUUUUUUU HUSBAND....OUUUUUUUUUUUU JUST PUT IT ALL IN...UMMMMM" Olivia cried out..

"UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." I moaned silently as I mounted her on the bed..

"OHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDD!" I yelled out..

"YESSSS OH MY GODDDD IS RIGHT!" yelled Olivia with a smile...

She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me for dear life....She wrapped her legs around my waste ....She was almost absorbing me...

Her body trembled something fierce, her head turned from side to side......

"OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" she moaned loudly...

As we began making sweet love for the next TEN TO ELEVEN HOURS....

And a floor below us....

"Donnie Ray is really putting it to my auntay..."giggled Beverly as Nelson walked over to her , naked..

"Just like I'm about to put it on you.." he said..

"Promises Promises..." laughed Beverly as he took her in his arms..

"You know I don't make promises that I can't keep.." whispered Nelson as they kissed..

"I know....I just like to tease you..." whispered Beverly.

As the kissing got hotter...

"I know....You've been good at that since the day we met.." he said.

"Awwwwwwwwwww I don't tease you anymore..." she protested...

"Everyday...you do...When you just walk in a room or breathe..." he said.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww, well I have to do something about that don't I?" she said..

As he slipped her panties down.....

and lifted her up and entered her.....

"OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU YOU ARE A HORSE MISTER!!!OUUUUUUUUUU!" she cried out...

"It's All for you..." he whispered softly...

"I'm so glad." she said..

He put her on the dresser drawer and spread her legs again and entered her...Her loved to gaze into her pretty brown eyes as he made love to her...

Beverly's  body trembled something fierce, her head turned from side to side......

"OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" she moaned loudly...as tears streamed down her face.....

By the time Nelson spread her legs and was entering her doggie style, she was having another intense orgasm....and again crying like a little girl...

"OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" she moaned again loudly...as tears streamed down her face.....

"OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU GIRRRRL!" moaned Nelson....

They sat on the side of the bed...Beverly rode him like a surfer rides the waves..

And they made love for the next NINE TO TEN HOURS

They ended their night , just as we had...Sleeping soundly in each other's arms...

III-

MONDAY MORNING!

Despite now being enlisted to defend one of the prosecutors in our last case...There was nothing we could do for her today..We still had a client in Mercedes Natividad, the young immigrant housekeeper we had saved from Death Row twice and who after four long grueling trials that ended in hung juries , was still incarcerated... 

We were visiting her at the Valhalla Women's Correctional Center, where she and so many other women were either awaiting trial or awaiting to be shipped upstate to either Muncy or Dolly Madison, the two correctional institutions that housed women.

Our Old Nemesis, William "Bull"Bailey, Once a Homicide Lieutenant and then an Investigator for the U.S. Attorney's office was now a check in assistant at the Women's and Men's jails...Quite a fall from such lofty positions...He owed that to us...We represented our good friend, Brooke,

who he tried to frame by planting evidence on a crime scene...He subsequently lost his job and his Federal Pension....Living only off of his police pension and social security and what he made here..

He hated us with a passion only topped by his hatred of Brooke's bestie...and our friend.. Natalie.

"Good Morning Officer Bailey." said Olivia with a smile..

He gave her the most hateful look imaginable...and said nothing...

"Always a pleasure." said Olivia as she was searched ,along with our food containers..

Beverly, Josie and Bresha got the same silent treatment...

He saved his gruffest treatment for Nelson and me... He patted us down as if we were inmates...

''We aren't inmates you know...We are just attorneys." he said.

"Just shut up and keep it moving.." he grumbled.

"I'll be sure to tell the Warden what a great and congenial host you are " I said and smirked..

He gave me that baleful stare.....

His mood didn't improve any when the other attorneys involved in this case, Brooke and her husband, Sean Marks, Natalie and her husband, David Charles, Jessica Sanchez-Burrows and her husband, Charles "Chip " Burrows drove up after us...

Brooke and Sean kissed passionately in the parking lot...This infuriated Bull Bailey who had a thing for Brooke still, despite all that had happened...and hated seeing her with this Black man.

He just hated Natalie and anyone with her....

Seeing Jessica , a Puerto Rican with yet another Black male also infuriated him.......He thought Jessica was sexy and often flirted with her when she came by herself.

We met in the visiting room.....where we laid out our breakfast spread..

We had brought a catered breakfast as promised...

Mercedes Natividad was elated to see us.....and even more elated to be eating good hot breakfast food...an upgrade from prison food.

"We got our typical warm greeting from Bull Bailey this morning." said Olivia sarcastically.

"He never speaks to me...He and Lt. Tragg despise me." said Natalie.

"Me too! We are hated by good company eh Nat?" said Beverly,putting her arms around her good friend and hugging her.

"he really gets mad when he sees me with Brooke.. I always kiss her in front of him to really drive his Blood Pressure up."laughed Sean.

"Yeah, you've got to stop being such a show off."laughed Brooke.

"He treated me and Donnie Ray like inmates.."said Nelson.

"Yeah, me too!" said David. "He always does..because I'm married to Natalie.

"Aren't you glad we all went away for the weekend, to escape the city and mean people like hm?" said Josie.

"Sure Am....I heard you guys are repping Fancy Kildaire....Guess she's one less ADA we have to worry about when there is a new trial." said Jessica.

"We are fighting to get a new trial date as soon as possible...but there is such a backlog in cases , it could be weeks before we get a new trial date." said Chip.

"Our best bet is to try and fight for a motion to vacate?  How many times can we argue this thing.?" asked Bresha.

"The family of the dead little girl is very prominent....They are putting pressure on the city to keep this prosecution going.... They've been on the news and everything.." I said.

"I am sooo thankful for you guys.....Still fighting for me.....and bringing me this breakfast..."said Mercedes...

"We are not giving up on you Mercedes..We are in this for the long haul....After four appellate court hearings to get your death penalty thrown out and four trials that ended in hung juries , we are still fighting hard..We are busy trying to raise money to continue fighting for you." said Jessica..

We were being paid by the Innocence Project....and getting a small stipend from the city since we were also aiding Wrongful Conviction/Conviction Integrity Unit.... But Jessica had gone around to her neighborhood and her church and had solicited funds for the defense...She was as good an organizer as she was an attorney and had raised a huge amount of money for Mercedes's defense...Money that was nearly depleted at this point.... 

 

After we finished eating...We went over the specifics of the case once again with Mercedes...and our trial strategy for a possible fifth defense...

Brooke, Natalie, David and Sean went over what a motion to vacate might look and sound like...

Jessica and Chip listened attentively and explained to a grateful 

Mercedes Natividad what this all meant...

Meanwhile back at the Bridge Building.... Karen Page, who was not with us today

Was in her office...

Conferring with Judge Jetty Dukes on how to prepare a motion to vacate!

We had a great visit....We all got in our vehicles and pulled off...

Bull Bailey watched us as we left.....He thought it was amazing that this woman, this murderer , he thought could barely afford her original attorney and now had 12 attorneys and me, an investigator working for her , who had saved her from getting the needle he felt she deserved....He was livid...

IV-

TUESDAY AFTERNOON- 8:00 PM

We were with our client, Assistant District Attorney Fancy Kildaire in Night Court...

In Philadelphia, Night Court only operates two nights a week....Tuesday and Thursday, Tonight was Tuesday...and fortunately...We got an arraignment date of 8:00 pm. 

Fancy had been in custody for 48 hours...First time in her life she had ever been locked up..She was glad to be out... 

 

Of Course,Lt. Tragg was not here tonight... Night court was too low profile for him...No witnesses...No media..and a bunch of  Judges  and ADA's who were mostly older Judges and ADA's about to retire...It was lightweight. It was in session from 7:00 pm- 10:00 pm Tuesdays and Thursdays...We were quite fortunate to get a date.

He had no idea Fancy was being arraigned tonight...He expected her to be arraigned tomorrow or the day after in open court.

The ADA that did show up was not going to be the ADA that tried the case...He had only the basic out line of the case at hand... He basically wanted to go home...So he didn't really put up much of a fight. He never did!

Bresha and Josie had brilliantly offered up 16 charactor witnesses..including..

including our opponents and her team members, ADA Max Coates

 and Special Prosecutor Lisa Hayden...

Olivia, Beverly and Nelson argued beautifully that our client, Fancy Kildaire was an officer of the court, with no prior criminal record and was certainly not a flight risk and who wanted to have her day in court to fight these ridiculous and unfair charges brought on by an overzealous detective who likes to have his name in the newspaper and on the nightly news..

Both The ADA 

And the Judge knew exactly who we were talking about and  Fancy was released without bail or ankle bracelet on her own recognizance.....

Our Bail Bondsman smiled..

"You guys are the best." he said to me as he smiled and left...

"Aren't they though?" I laughed as he and the rest of us exited the court..

We took Fancy to a late night diner, so she could have a much deserved and much wanted dinner...She was famished.

She couldn't stay at her condo...It was a crime scene...So we took her there, she packed two overnight bags and like so many of our clients lately...

She stayed with us in our sub-basement apartment...

It was going to be a very restful night for Fancy....Her first since she had returned from the shore..

(TO BE CONTINUED)