Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) by Ryder Dane Page B
Authors: Ryder Dane
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victim is still missing, Sheriff Houser has said in his statement the suspect came to the house to collect a ransom that he’d demanded and that is where he attempted to resist arrest and the assault on the sheriff occurred.”
The idea that Pressley would do something like this was ridiculous, she had met him several times and unless she saw solid proof of his alleged wrong doing, she would not believe it. “So the ransom note must be available for the court to peruse.”
He was shaking his head yet again. “Sheriff Houser swears the demand for ten thousand dollars was via his cell phone, and that his phone was trampled in the scuffle with the suspect.”
He still wore that look that she hated while he stared at her. He was up to something no good and she knew exactly what that no good was. The sheriff was still standing by the prosecutor’s table looking smug.
She waved Buel back to his place and spent time re-reading the documents sitting in front of her. Finally she made up her mind, it didn’t set well with her to let this go, but she would leave that for an old friend of hers to decide.
“In light of the lack of prosecution’s evidence, and the nature and familial status of the alleged victim and the alleged assault, I am sending this case to the State’s Attorney General to decide whether or not to prosecute Elvis Collier. In the mean time, I also will recluse myself from this case to ensure justice is carried out in a manner that cannot be questioned due to my involvement on a personal level.”
She smiled at Attorney Buel and Sheriff Houser. “Gentlemen, I suggest you get your facts in order and have your evidence ready to present to Dean Plyer, he does not suffer sloppy work, and you had better have a good reason for Mr. Collier to be in a coma, especially given the fact Sheriff Houser has no visible injuries or pain.”
She smiled at the men who had attempted to lock her into a conflict of interest problem, and poor Pressley into prison without any chance to tell his side of the charges. They were whispering furiously to each other and she poked the bear one last time to make them aware she was on solid legal grounds here.
“I trust there is no objection to my decision, and I trust that Mr. Collier is receiving all necessary medical care to improve his health. Sheriff, I am certain you realize that without further proof, and the man dies, you will be facing manslaughter charges at the very least.”
She rapped her gavel on the wooden square and the next matter was brought before the bench. Thankfully it was a straightforward breaking and entering case where the police had been waiting for the suspect to exit the pharmacy where they had broken into to steal drugs. Her concentration was shot to hell and back, and all she could seem to focus on was Charlie and what he would say about the charges leveled at his young friend.
Finally the last case came and went and she could go to her chambers and call him to find out what he knew about the subject. There was a voicemail from him that simply said, “I love you, babydoll, don’t wait up, I’ll be back in a week. I gotta do something for Pressley. Call Big Dog if you need anything. I’ll be back, so keep the bed warm for me.”
She texted his phone and knowing that he wouldn’t look at it until he stopped for the night, or got to his destination, she said:
Will do, I love you too. Do what you can for him, I did all I could legally. Watch out for Sheriff Houser & Attorney Buel trouble brewing. Call me Daddy I miss you. Xoxoxoxoxo.
The x’s and o’s were an old fashioned way of sending kisses and hugs, but he would understand.
She went home and couldn’t sit still for five minutes. She wanted to visit Pressley in the hospital, but knew her every move would be questioned and scrutinized. Knowing the young man was lying in the hospital without anyone who cared close to his bedside bothered her to no end, and she picked up the phone to
The idea that Pressley would do something like this was ridiculous, she had met him several times and unless she saw solid proof of his alleged wrong doing, she would not believe it. “So the ransom note must be available for the court to peruse.”
He was shaking his head yet again. “Sheriff Houser swears the demand for ten thousand dollars was via his cell phone, and that his phone was trampled in the scuffle with the suspect.”
He still wore that look that she hated while he stared at her. He was up to something no good and she knew exactly what that no good was. The sheriff was still standing by the prosecutor’s table looking smug.
She waved Buel back to his place and spent time re-reading the documents sitting in front of her. Finally she made up her mind, it didn’t set well with her to let this go, but she would leave that for an old friend of hers to decide.
“In light of the lack of prosecution’s evidence, and the nature and familial status of the alleged victim and the alleged assault, I am sending this case to the State’s Attorney General to decide whether or not to prosecute Elvis Collier. In the mean time, I also will recluse myself from this case to ensure justice is carried out in a manner that cannot be questioned due to my involvement on a personal level.”
She smiled at Attorney Buel and Sheriff Houser. “Gentlemen, I suggest you get your facts in order and have your evidence ready to present to Dean Plyer, he does not suffer sloppy work, and you had better have a good reason for Mr. Collier to be in a coma, especially given the fact Sheriff Houser has no visible injuries or pain.”
She smiled at the men who had attempted to lock her into a conflict of interest problem, and poor Pressley into prison without any chance to tell his side of the charges. They were whispering furiously to each other and she poked the bear one last time to make them aware she was on solid legal grounds here.
“I trust there is no objection to my decision, and I trust that Mr. Collier is receiving all necessary medical care to improve his health. Sheriff, I am certain you realize that without further proof, and the man dies, you will be facing manslaughter charges at the very least.”
She rapped her gavel on the wooden square and the next matter was brought before the bench. Thankfully it was a straightforward breaking and entering case where the police had been waiting for the suspect to exit the pharmacy where they had broken into to steal drugs. Her concentration was shot to hell and back, and all she could seem to focus on was Charlie and what he would say about the charges leveled at his young friend.
Finally the last case came and went and she could go to her chambers and call him to find out what he knew about the subject. There was a voicemail from him that simply said, “I love you, babydoll, don’t wait up, I’ll be back in a week. I gotta do something for Pressley. Call Big Dog if you need anything. I’ll be back, so keep the bed warm for me.”
She texted his phone and knowing that he wouldn’t look at it until he stopped for the night, or got to his destination, she said:
Will do, I love you too. Do what you can for him, I did all I could legally. Watch out for Sheriff Houser & Attorney Buel trouble brewing. Call me Daddy I miss you. Xoxoxoxoxo.
The x’s and o’s were an old fashioned way of sending kisses and hugs, but he would understand.
She went home and couldn’t sit still for five minutes. She wanted to visit Pressley in the hospital, but knew her every move would be questioned and scrutinized. Knowing the young man was lying in the hospital without anyone who cared close to his bedside bothered her to no end, and she picked up the phone to
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