1. The Promise- Part 2


    Date: 2/7/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: NaughtyWriter69, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    shut case when she stumbled upon a hole in the bartender’s character. It was a few years go, but his previous boss had less than a stellar recommendation. “Chris Ashton? Yeah, he worked for me. What’d he do?” Holding her breath, Rebecca tried to keep her tone casual. “Nothing bad, sir. Just checking up on him. He’s a potential witness in a trial.” “Well if he’s the same kid I fired, I wouldn't trust him. That shit wasn’t worth his paycheck.. Little junkie stole from me,so I fired him. Didn’t report it, you know, didn’t want to really screw him. Kinda hoped he’d get it together. Wrote it off as a lesson about vetting my employees better. If he’s clean, you know, that’s a different story. I got a brother who got off Oxy and he’s doing good now, but whoa...he was on it, you couldn’t leave him alone in your house, he’d rob ya blind.” “Thank you. I’ll look into that and make sure which Chris we’re dealing with. Thank you for your honesty.” Inwardly both grinning and wincing, Rebecca hung up and began combing back through the documents. Sure enough, there it was. A known dealer picked up a few weeks back at the same club. The cops were still trying to figure out if he’d had some kind of arrangement with the club or the employees, but had nothing concrete. Almost didn’t make it into the file on the club at all, except the officer assigned to the case wanted to keep it open and watch who filled the dealer’s void. Rebecca called down to the precinct and asked to speak to the officer. ...
    “Alvarez here. Go.” “Officer Alvarez, this is Rebecca Johnson over at the DA’s office. I needed to ask you a question about a dealer you picked up last week at Raze, that nightclub in the East Village? I need to know if he dealt to a bartender there.” “Yeah, I know who you’re talking about. That kid would likely say anything about anybody. Weasely little shit. He had a decent amount of pills on him, and we found a scrip pad in his apartment, so now he’s part of some doctor-busting case uptown. I can ask him about your guy, but I can tell you right now he’s not gonna talk without a deal. Personally, I wouldn’t trust a damn thing from him.” “Good to know. Thanks.” Rebecca hung up. She didn’t know if the bartender was using or not, but she was sure the defense could get the dealer to swear he’d sold to him. That would be enough to knock the shine off of him in the jury’s eyes. She put the folder aside. She’d have to bring that to the DA, but there was still the other witness to consider. That folder wasn’t in the stack. Brody must still have it. She looked at his office door, half-open, and realized just how late it was. The whole day had slipped past her while she was absorbed in the case. Hardly anyone remained in the office, and most of them were gathering the last of their things and heading to the elevators. Brody was still here. That means it would just be the two of them and the custodians. Damn, damn, damn. She hated that fat pig but she needed this case. After all, she ...
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