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I dig through the rest of the statements. Only Kinsey was arrested. It was his apartment. Using drugs isn’t a crime in New York. Possession with intent to sell still is.
I hand all the statements to Nick and fire up my computer’s tracking database.
“What are the names of thesefriends?”
One by one, Nick reads me the names and their socials.
When one comes up empty, my heart spikes.
We go through the rest, but it’s just this one outlier.
“This guy’s a ghost, huh?” Nick waves his report.
“Email me that video.” I play it on my computer to see better, and we ID each guy in the apartment with Michael by their driver’s license photos.
“Holy shit!” Nick says, using his fingers to zoom in on the video. “That’s Mac Johnson. I almost didn’t recognize him.”
“Who’s Mac Johnson?”
“A DEA informant.” Nick smiles. “A dirty one. Takes bribes.”
“Fucking entrapment.” I bang on the desk. “With a dirty cop. No wonder he’s not listed in Sterling’s discovery. That’s it. That’s my leverage to use against the prosecutor. He had to have known about the informant. He’s withholding exculpatory evidence.”
“Nice!” Nick tosses the papers down.
It still burns my stomach to get Kinsey off. But now I have an even biggerFuck Youfor Pratt Sterling.
I will bury him in court.
Checking the time, I say to Nick, “Up for a trip to Rikers with me?”
IT TAKES A FEW HOURS, but we get to Rikers since I can’t wait until Monday for my assistant to arrange Kinsey’s transport to meet me at the downtown courthouse.
As his lawyer, I have access to a holding cell where I can talk privately with him.
Sitting in the secure meeting room with Kinsey, I take out a photo of Mac Johnson.
“Do you know who this is?” I ask.
Kinsey takes the printout, looking at me suspiciously.
“A friend of Dave’s. I’d just met him.”
“Was he doing drugs?”
“No comment.” Kinsey blinks.
“I’myourlawyer.” I roll my eyes. “I need to figure out why you were the only one arrested. They let allyour friends go.”
“And not one of those fuckers came to see me,” he scoffs bitterly.
“I have your defense.” I sit down, not giving a shit about his tantrum. “I can get you off.”
“Thank fuck,” he exhales. “How?”
I don’t want this rat talking and fucking it up.
“Just know I have the evidence to get you off, maybe enough for the complete dismissal you want. I’m going to bury the prosecutor. Now, it’s time to tell me where Bernadette’s designs are.”
