Donahoe looked not unkindly down at her. "Thank you, counsel, but of course counsel is entitled to time to prepare. Mr. Denardi?"
"Defense will waive time, Your Honor. We're going to need considerable time to do a background check on these arresting officers. Two months from today to set?"
"Granted."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Donahoe looked down for one last time at Farrell and Jenkins and gave them a slight shrug of her shoulders, as if telling them she didn't have much of a choice in the matter of her rulings. Then, moving along, she nodded to her clerk. "Call the next line," she said. Everybody was standing up, clearing room for the next case.
Durbin watched Ro Curtlee break into a smile and rise at the defense table with his attorney. Turning around, Ro reached over the bar rail, nodded at the mayor, shook his father's hand, and put an arm around his mother, drawing her in with a hug.
No sign of pain now, Durbin noted. No hint of hangdog.
"What a travesty," he whispered to his brother-in-law. "I'm trying to believe this, and I don't know if I can."
"It's a great country," Novio said. "You gotta love it."
Durbin found that he couldn't keep his eyes off the man he'd helped send to prison so many years ago. Ro broke from his mother's embrace and looked out over the gallery. When his eyes got to Durbin, he stopped for a long beat.
Could it be that he recognized him?
Durbin quickly looked down and away, avoiding eye contact, his heart suddenly a pumping jackhammer in his ears. When he felt it was safe, that Ro had moved on to someone else, he again looked up. Sure enough, Ro's gaze had now brought him back around to the front, where Glitsky and Lapeer and the two younger officers had come up to the bar rail by Farrell and Jenkins, all of them clearly dejected and angry.
Durbin might have been afraid to have any eye contact with Ro Curtlee, but that didn't seem to be Glitsky's problem. When Ro's line of sight got to the lieutenant, the two of them stared at each other for a long moment. Ro put his smile back on, shook his head as though they'd all just enjoyed a good prank together, and pointed a finger at Glitsky. Then, to Durbin's shock, he cocked his thumb and "shot" him.
Glitsky didn't react in any way. His face a solemn mask, the scar white through his lips, he kept up his stare until, at last, Ro looked away.
"Jesus," Durbin said.
"What?"
"You see that?"
"Yeah, I did. Your Ro's a pretty ballsy guy."
"He scares the shit out of me. I think he might have just recognized me."
"And what would that mean?"
"I don't know." Durbin threw a quick glance back up to the front, where Ro was still talking to the mayor and his parents and his attorney and one of the bailiffs, trying to get them moving, get him out of the jail clothes, and get his new bail processed. "Maybe nothing," Durbin said. "But if it is anything, it's trouble."
"After all these years, I don't think so."
Durbin shrugged. "I hope you're right." He breathed out heavily. "Maybe I shouldn't have come down here to see this. If he's going after people from his last trial and he sees me…"
Novio put a hand on Durbin's arm. "Easy, Michael. If he went after this woman from his last trial, it was because she was going to be part of his next one. You, not the same at all."
"Okay. I guess you're right."
Why, Durbin wondered, had he come down here after all? Probably, he thought, because he had wanted to see his work finished at last, this criminal back in jail where he forever belonged. And now that had not happened and he suddenly realized that he was very frightened-he didn't want any part of Ro or any of the Curtlees even marginally aware of his own life.
By now the rows behind them had cleared and they started filing out with the crowd. In a couple of minutes, they were outside in the hallway, Durbin now anxious to be gone, to be no part of this anymore.
But the hallway was a crush of humanity, only a small percentage of it moving toward the stairway. Everybody else milling, talking, caught up in the drama, maybe waiting for the opportunity to rub an actual elbow with the mayor.
Durbin made a half turn into an opening before him in the throng and found himself shoulder-to-shoulder with Sheila Marrenas. She had her microphone out and was interviewing some of the random people who'd been inside the courtroom. Durbin had no sooner recognized her than she turned and stuck the microphone up into his face. "Hello, Sheila Marrenas of the Courier. Quick comment, sir. In light of what we heard in there about the arrest of Ro Curtlee, do you think that we've got a serious problem with police brutality here in San Francisco?"
Before he'd even thought about it, he found himself answering. "Not really, no. Nowhere near as serious as the problem with judges continuing to give rapists and murderers a get-out-of-jail-free card."
Obviously surprised at his answer-most of the "regular citizens" she'd quote in tomorrow's article were ringers, supplied by the Curtlees-she stepped back and looked up at him, studying his face while her own took on a questioning look. "Don't I know you?" she asked.
"I don't think so," he said. "I'm sure I'd remember."
She kept looking at him.
"If you'll excuse me," he said, "I'm trying to get to the stairs."
OUR TOWN
By Sheila Marrenas Tyranny advances by small increments.
Just last week, as recounted in this column, Roland Curtlee, the son of the publishers of this newspaper, was released on bail while he awaits a retrial for a crime that he may or may not have committed over a decade ago. Though convicted in the homicide of a woman with whom he admittedly had an intimate relationship, Mr. Curtlee was recently ordered released from prison, citing prejudice against him in the courtroom during his trial, by the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeal. While his lawyers prepare for his new trial, Mr. Curtlee was released on bail. And there matters should have remained, and no doubt would have remained if not for the extra legal efforts of San Francisco's police department, and in particular its head of homicide, Lieutenant Abraham Glitsky.
Glitsky had been the chief investigator in the original case against Mr. Curtlee and a prosecution witness during the trial. Within days of Mr. Curtlee's release from jail, another witness in Mr. Curtlee's trial, Felicia Nunez, died in a fire in her apartment. Although this death has not been ruled a murder, Glitsky took it upon himself to call upon Mr. Curtlee at his home, ostensibly to verify his alibi for the time of the woman's death, but in fact Glitsky did not conduct a formal interrogation at all. The visit, then, served no purpose other than to harass Mr. Curtlee.
Wishing to discuss this issue further with Glitsky, Mr. Curtlee called on the lieutenant at his home the next day, an act that Glitsky quickly and spuriously labeled a threat to him and his family. With this "threat" as his pretext, Glitsky again appeared with other policemen at Mr.
Curtlee's home. Showing no warrant and in complete disregard for Mr. Curtlee's rights, Glitsky tried to place him under arrest. When Mr. Curtlee demanded an explanation, officers attacked and badly beat him.
In the ensuing melee, the police battered Mr. Curtlee about the head and shoulders, causing multiple lacerations on his scalp and face, and breaking his arm, before they manhandled him into their waiting police car for the trip downtown.
Yesterday, charged with several absurd criminal counts, including attempted murder, this farcical (were it not tragic) travesty of justice came to an end when Judge Erin Donahoe once again released Mr. Curtlee on bail, and this in spite of the show of force orchestrated by police, with the new chief of police, Vi Lapeer, in attendance along with District Attorney Wes Farrell, Assistant Chief DA Amanda Jenkins, and Glitsky himself along with the two other arresting officers.
Rarely have the police in our town so clearly demonstrated their utter disregard for privacy, civil rights, and due process as it has in this case. The fact that Lieutenant Glitsky remains in a position of authority argues strongly that this unconstitutional behavior, and police brutality in general, is condoned by law enforcement and prosecutors at the highest levels. And when the rule of law goes out the window, as it so clearly has in this case, we may be sure that tyranny has taken another step forward, and a true police state is that much closer to becoming reality.