“Tell me now,” Lado says.
“Anything,” the man sobs.
“Which guero?”
“What?”
Lado presses the knife a little harder. “Which American agreed to the assassination of Filipo Sanchez?”
The man gives it up.
Raised in the slums of Tijuana, Lado found many of his childhood meals in the garbage dumps that rose in his barrio like Mayan temples. When his father had work, it was as a carnicero, a butcher, and when the family got meat, it was usually a cabra, a goat.
So he knows the sound of a goat when you slash its belly, and that’s what the man sounds like as Lado lifts the knife through his guts.
219
INT. HOLDING CELL — NIGHT
CROWE sits at the table as DENNIS comes in.
DUANE
I want a lawyer.
DENNIS
Bad call, but yours to make.
DUANE
Right.
DENNIS
I know who you’re going to call-I think I have him on speed dial-but before you do, you need to know that evidence isn’t going to disappear, the chain of custody isn’t going to get fucked up. Maybe this guy can get ten years chopped off, but so what?
DUANE
I want a lawyer.
DENNIS
Then let’s get you a phone, loser.
220
“What did you give them?” Chad Meldrun asks, sitting across the table.
“Nothing,” Crowe says.
“Don’t jerk me,” Chad says. “I need to know.”
Yeah-Duane knows who needs to know.
It’s been the deal forever. You get busted with serious weight, you’re allowed to play certain cards-you can give up locations of stashes, safe houses. You just tell the lawyer, who tells the boys so they can move the stuff.
What you can’t use to trade your way out are people. You do that, it’s a problem.
“I gave them shit,” Duane says.
“Go ahead and give them something,” Chad says.
Duane shakes his head. “They don’t want it. They just want the guys.”
“And you didn’t do that.”
“How many times you need to hear it?”
“Okay, we’re good,” Chad says.
“No, you’re good,” Duane says. “I’m fucked. This was a setup. The fucking fed is in bed with Leonard. Leonard set us up.”
“If you knew that, why did you do the deal?”
“I fucked up,” Duane says. “I thought he was, you know, cowed. And thirty-five cents on the dollar… shit.”
“Okay, okay,” Chad says. “What about Hennessy? Will he hold up?”
Duane shrugs.
“We have another lawyer coming for him,” Chad says. “He’ll get Hennessy out on bail.”
“Fuck him,” Crowe says. “Get me the fuck out of here.”
“I’m going to do my best, cowboy.”
“I’m not a cowboy,” Duane says irritably. “You see boots and a dumbass hat?”
Cowboy…
Fuck.
221
“Your Honor, given the potential severity of the likely sentence,” Assistant DA Kelsey Ryan says, “the defendant is most definitely a flight risk. We ask that bail not be set.”
The DA is a looker.
Pretty, blonde, blue-eyed.
And a killer.
Verrrry ambitious.
Dennis would like some of that.
Chad Meldrun stands up.
Very interesting that Chad showed up, Dennis thinks. Either Duane’s bosses are backing him up big-time, or they want him out of lockup where they can kill him.
“Your Honor,” Chad says, smiling like he’s about to say that night tends to be darker than day, “Mr. Crowe has no prior drug arrests, never mind convictions, he has ties to the community, and he owns a business. You and I both know that this case doesn’t even belong in federal court-this is the government throwing its weight around-and, in fact, I’m preparing a motion to have the case removed to the jurisdiction of the State of California, where it belongs. As we both know, that motion has an excellent chance of success. I’m going to request that you do grant bail, and set it at a reasonable amount, so that my client can continue to make a living and also fully participate in his own defense.”
“And he’s going to do that from where, Costa Rica?” Ryan snaps.
“That will be enough of that,” Judge Giannini says.
“He’s a flight risk, Your Honor,” Ryan repeats. “And may I remind the court that these charges include possession of a firearm while in the commission of a drug felony. Mr. Crowe is a danger to the public.”
“The gun was not in Mr. Crowe’s possession,” Chad argues. “It was found in the vicinity of Mr. Crowe’s vehicle.”
“And had Mr. Hennessy’s fingerprints on it.”
“Mr. Hennessy is not Mr. Crowe,” Meldrun says.
Ryan says, “May I also remind the court-”
“The court does not have Alzheimer’s,” Giannini snaps.
She’s in a pissy mood, Dennis thinks.
Good.
Ryan keeps pressing. “This is not only a marijuana charge. Heroin-a Schedule Two narcotic-is involved, and in the vicinity of a school.”
“At one in the morning,” Chad says, throwing his arms in the air. “No jury is going to believe that Mr. Crowe was attempting to sell to schoolchildren.”
“The law does not specify intent,” Ryan answers. “Proximity is sufficient.”
Chad turns and looks directly at Dennis. “We have seen these shenanigans from Agent Cain before. This is an old dog doing old tricks. It’s an outrageous abuse of authority.”
Dennis smiles at him.
“Your Honor,” Ryan says, “Agent Cain is not on trial here.”
“He should be,” Chad snaps. “This whole case is a setup from jump street, Your Honor, and I will argue entrapment. The government has used a so-far-unidentified CI to lure an otherwise innocent-”
“We’ll produce the witness at trial,” Ryan says.
Giannini says, “Let’s get back to the point here. I tend to agree that the weapons allegation will probably not survive judicial scrutiny as to Mr. Crowe. I also tend to agree that while the severity of possible penalties is an inducement toward flight, Mr. Crowe’s standing in the community and the fact that he owns a business are mitigating factors. Therefore I’m inclined to grant bail. Would the government like to suggest a figure, Ms. Ryan?”
“Ten million dollars.”
“Look at my face,” Giannini says. “Do I look like I’m in the mood for jokes, Ms. Ryan?”
“May I suggest OR?” Chad asks.
“Same answer, Chad, but nice try,” Giannini says. “I’m certainly not inclined to release Mr. Crowe on his own recognizance, but I do see a need for a serious deterrent toward flight. You want to come down on your bid, Ms. Ryan?”
“One million.”
“Bail is set at five hundred thousand dollars,” Giannini says, “with Mr. Crowe’s residence and business as security. Can you post the ten percent today, Mr. Crowe?”
“He can, Your Honor,” Chad says.
I’ll bet he can, Dennis thinks.
The boys want him out, no question.
Question is
Who are the boys?
222
“You cut them loose?” Ben asks.
They’re sitting in Dennis’s car in the parking lot of Albertsons in Laguna.
“We can’t hold them on the murder,” Dennis explains. “Unless one flips on the other, we have nothing.”
“I’ll go in,” Ben says. “If that’s the problem, I’ll-”
“It won’t do any good,” Dennis says. “You can’t put them on the scene, and they have alibis.”
“If I go in and swear out a complaint against Crowe for extortion-”
“The most you have on him is making a threat,” Dennis answers. “You can’t even tie him to the beating Boland gave you, never mind the murders.”
“So now what?”
“Run.”
“What?”
“Run, Ben.”
Because these guys are out, and they’re going to kill you.
223
Because, as Chon points out, the justice system is more about the system than the justice.