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One more day in the office as a police captain, and Henry Fitzhugh Lee had to consider a few things.
It was like he had retired from the Army officially, but then ended up in both Special Forces and JAG's reserve unofficially … people who employed him found it hard to let him go.
He was supposed to have been let go as a police captain – certain personages of the Big Loft Police Department had been going on and on about him and his precinct and Special Investigations being a drag, but mainly him because he had proven to be more trouble against the corruption in the department than he was worth.
But then, the new state conservator had apparently decided that Capt. Lee and his men were not the problem … and so none of them had be re-assigned or let go yet.
But the question the colonel-eventually-to-be-general-still-police-captain had to ask himself was – when he could pull triggers based on his mental health situations despite how well-controlled they were – how many more times did he want to be bored with this type of foolery?
“Prosecute me! I'm not taking a deal! Ain't nobody scared of Henry Fitzhugh Lee and his so-called interrogation skills! Y'all act like y'all don't know who lost the Civil War!”
“But your name is not Grant, Mr. Lucas!”
People just didn't think: computers provided by police for procedures to be done by telecommunication had really good microphones. The suspect and his lawyer were not even in the interrogation room yet, but the door had been left open at the order of the man the suspect was not afraid of … and the computer screen was dark, but the machine was on, and was recording everything...
“Listen – I've been doing with I've been doing since Lee was playing T-Ball – we have run $100 million worth of production through here in 40 years – crack for the black and sugar for the superior, and one tenth of this department's higher echelon and about as many judges came to us for product! They aren't going to let Lee do anything to me – where are they going to get their nose candy? You think that –.”
He said a few names, and the police captain called everyone of them while the bragging was still going on.
“Your Honor, you are not under suspicion of anything, but Mr. Lucas is implicating you in his difficulties in that he thinks you will interfere in the investigation.”
“He WHAT?”
That was pretty much the universal reaction, followed by said named individuals, since not under official suspicion, throwing Mr. Lucas entirely under the bus while he was still bragging, turning over other names and contacts – some of whom were there loudest in trying to throw Capt. Lee and his men under the bus. Capt. Lee took copious notes, as ever, and his lieutenants got right to work.
Meanwhile, Mr. Lucas and his lawyer got to the interrogation room just in time for the internet to do down, delaying the interrogation a day.
“See? Lee can't even get good internet up in here! Things are already going my way!”
Capt. Lee had ordered the router shut off, but the computer kept recording and his lieutenants were out rounding up people. The interrogation was rescheduled for the next day, which Capt. Lee opened with a cordial morning greeting, an angelic smile, and this sentence:
“Frank Whitehead and Judge John Glenn Hightower say hi, among a few other things.”
It all went downhill for Mr. Lucas from there, especially since the door was still cracked and Capt. Lee ordered the people that had been detained the previous day to be marched by that cracked door at random intervals, and for his officers to make sufficient procedural conversation about interrogation so that just in time, Mr. Lucas would hear that all those people were going to interrogation with no guaranteed loyalty to him, while some of Lofton County's biggest big wigs also might not be willing to cover him and risk their own situations.*
“I'm not going down alone!” he finally roared, and buckled, while his lawyer shook his head.
“Now you know,” he said to his utterly broken client as they were leaving the interrogation room. “We better hope the DA will still offer you that deal!”
And, the computer recorded that too.
Nice one