you gave me. I’ll tell this story to our City Attorney, and if they want, we’ll issue her a citation and mail it to her in care of your office. Honestly though, in view of your straightforwardness and coming in here like this, I’m sure that they won’t mind letting her off with a warning, this time.”
That’s it. April’s problems are almost over. Mister Miller doesn’t know it, but he no longer has anything he can threaten April with. The police already know about her alleged violations of the law.
I’m busy all the way back to the Marina planning the next step, and it involves me making a call to my ex-wife Myra, the newly elected District Attorney of our County.
Back at the boat, I use my office phone to speed-dial her office. Because I was instrumental in convincing her main opponent to drop out of the race, she feels a small debt of gratitude to me, but it doesn’t extend any further than the granting of access to her without going through a bunch of office underlings. I have the number of her private line.
“ Hello Peter, what favor am I going to refuse today?”
“ You see? Once again you’ve jumped to a wrong conclusion. I’m calling to do you a favor.”
“ Just a second, a pig just flew by outside my office window.”
“ No, really, my love, I’ve got a 518 for you.”
“ You can’t be serious. You mean section 518 of our beloved Penal Code?”
“ That’s right, beautiful. Extortion. And if you really want to get technical, we’ve got him cold on section 523, because he sent her a photo that purports to show her violating the law.”
“ All right Peter, I want to know one or two things, and your answers better be one hundred percent truthful. Number one, I want to know what the subject of the extortion is, and I want to know the requested consideration for it.”
“ Okay, here goes. The subject of the extortion is my client’s alleged violation of the law, and the requested consideration is her voluntarily giving up the two bedroom ocean view apartment she leases, and surrendering her right to any and all compensation by way of relocation funds.”
“ Hmmm. Sounds interesting. Maybe we can talk about it.”
“ Good. Now that there’s a possibility we have a real case here, why don’t we mull over the details at PM?”
“ Oh all right, what the heck. I’ll see you there at seven this evening. And Peter?”
“ Yes my dear?”
“ This is strictly a business meeting. If I find out you’ve concocted another scheme to try and get into my bloomers, I’m outa there.”
I wish she wouldn’t have hinted that she’s wearing bloomers. It’s a turn-on. The ‘PM’ that she mentioned is a Mexican restaurant named Pollo Meshuga, and it was our favorite margarita place while we were dating and during our marriage.
I haven’t gotten any word back from Victor yet about a fingerprint match, because the office sent the manager’s card over there less than an hour ago, but I’m pretty sure that Miller’s prints will be on there somewhere.
I’ve got some time to kill before meeting Myra this evening, so I’m now on the way over to the Venice Soundstage.
It looks like they’re busy shooting a scene back there on the set, but I see Joe Caulfield is in his office, going over some paperwork. I peek in, not wanting to disturb him.
“ Hi Peter, your scenes won’t be shot for another day or so, but I do appreciate your stopping by the set.”
“ I was just curious how your meeting went with Tony, that cop I sent over for you to interview.”
“ He’s a unique individual. He starts work tomorrow.”
“ That’s wonderful. Thanks a lot for putting him on. I’m sure he’ll do a good job of making your actors testify like real cops.”
“ Oh, he’s not the consultant… we hired him as an actor. He’s got quite an imposing presence, what with his size and demeanor, and if he remembers his lines, I’m sure he’ll deliver them like a real cop testifying. We figured
That’s it. April’s problems are almost over. Mister Miller doesn’t know it, but he no longer has anything he can threaten April with. The police already know about her alleged violations of the law.
I’m busy all the way back to the Marina planning the next step, and it involves me making a call to my ex-wife Myra, the newly elected District Attorney of our County.
Back at the boat, I use my office phone to speed-dial her office. Because I was instrumental in convincing her main opponent to drop out of the race, she feels a small debt of gratitude to me, but it doesn’t extend any further than the granting of access to her without going through a bunch of office underlings. I have the number of her private line.
“ Hello Peter, what favor am I going to refuse today?”
“ You see? Once again you’ve jumped to a wrong conclusion. I’m calling to do you a favor.”
“ Just a second, a pig just flew by outside my office window.”
“ No, really, my love, I’ve got a 518 for you.”
“ You can’t be serious. You mean section 518 of our beloved Penal Code?”
“ That’s right, beautiful. Extortion. And if you really want to get technical, we’ve got him cold on section 523, because he sent her a photo that purports to show her violating the law.”
“ All right Peter, I want to know one or two things, and your answers better be one hundred percent truthful. Number one, I want to know what the subject of the extortion is, and I want to know the requested consideration for it.”
“ Okay, here goes. The subject of the extortion is my client’s alleged violation of the law, and the requested consideration is her voluntarily giving up the two bedroom ocean view apartment she leases, and surrendering her right to any and all compensation by way of relocation funds.”
“ Hmmm. Sounds interesting. Maybe we can talk about it.”
“ Good. Now that there’s a possibility we have a real case here, why don’t we mull over the details at PM?”
“ Oh all right, what the heck. I’ll see you there at seven this evening. And Peter?”
“ Yes my dear?”
“ This is strictly a business meeting. If I find out you’ve concocted another scheme to try and get into my bloomers, I’m outa there.”
I wish she wouldn’t have hinted that she’s wearing bloomers. It’s a turn-on. The ‘PM’ that she mentioned is a Mexican restaurant named Pollo Meshuga, and it was our favorite margarita place while we were dating and during our marriage.
I haven’t gotten any word back from Victor yet about a fingerprint match, because the office sent the manager’s card over there less than an hour ago, but I’m pretty sure that Miller’s prints will be on there somewhere.
I’ve got some time to kill before meeting Myra this evening, so I’m now on the way over to the Venice Soundstage.
It looks like they’re busy shooting a scene back there on the set, but I see Joe Caulfield is in his office, going over some paperwork. I peek in, not wanting to disturb him.
“ Hi Peter, your scenes won’t be shot for another day or so, but I do appreciate your stopping by the set.”
“ I was just curious how your meeting went with Tony, that cop I sent over for you to interview.”
“ He’s a unique individual. He starts work tomorrow.”
“ That’s wonderful. Thanks a lot for putting him on. I’m sure he’ll do a good job of making your actors testify like real cops.”
“ Oh, he’s not the consultant… we hired him as an actor. He’s got quite an imposing presence, what with his size and demeanor, and if he remembers his lines, I’m sure he’ll deliver them like a real cop testifying. We figured
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