JUSTICE REBORN (A Charlie Taylor Novel Book 1) by Ivan Bering Read Free Book Online Page B

select one or two people.
His selections have to be very familiar with his life and are usually parents,
siblings, or spouse. They will be able to recognize a family event, like a
wedding and know when it happened.”
    The Warden had enough. “So individuals are
going to be executed or released based on their own memory of the crime and now
with Amendment 33-2, it could be a capital crime they committed at any time.”
He got up and left the room. Pat watched the Warden walk away, certainly not
pleased with what she had brought to his prison
    Her own concerns and frustrations grew with
each hour.  The Board concluded earlier in the week. Where was the green light
to proceed? Jacob, the Head of the Prisons Division, was not answering her
calls. Maybe it was related to the environmental issue. Transmission problems
were common, signals breaking up, calls just abruptly dropped, depending on an
erratic magnetic flux. Friends tried to explain it was all related to the
bloody magnetic north pole; all the technical terminology was beyond her.
    She wanted to keep resending her requests
for clarification but was concerned the repetitions might irritate Jacob. His
physical appearance and style often deceived newcomers into believing they were
dealing with the third string, a serious mistake in judgment which, if they had
no trading cards, would cost them.  He never paraded his backers, a discretion
they all respected. The political world, also, appreciated his willingness to
accept the public opprobrium associated with some of their more devious
agendas.
    Pat was left with unanswered questions. Her
plan was to corner Dr. Kate or Emma at tonight’s Spring Dance; maybe they’d
have the answers. Why no team for the prison? Why no clearance from the Board?
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    Back at the Hall of Justice, Chief Duncan
Stirling was in a black mood. His session with the tourist still lingered and
irritated him. He had to appease and win over an angry blond who claimed
Charlie grabbed her breast at a damn basketball game.
      The new legislation meant innovation and
change at a rapid pace with many issues not covered by regulations; creative
decisions were necessary without preordained guidelines. The Chief struggled
when working in this gray zone, the result unwanted pressure and anxiety.
     This was compounded by problems with
Charlie, his best detective, the man he usually relied on when a case proved
difficult or unusual. Although Charlie frequently drove him to the edge because
he never stayed in the box and regularly forgot to provide the type of
obsequiousness the brass expected, Duncan recognized his strength and lived
with the problems this brought to his office. Or, he had to this point.
    The first few months after Charlie lost his
wife and daughter, he appeared to be coping. This solitude quickly disappeared.
More and more incidents reached the Chief: bouts of heavy drinking and juvenile
behavior, coupled with the occasional burst of anger. All finally proved too
much. Duncan assigned him to a desk in Records, out of the public eye, and away
from the Homicide squad. But now this bullshit.
    The basketball charge was a valid
complaint: Charlie had grabbed and held her breast, a goddamn handful of
breast. After his strong recommendation at the Monday Board meeting, what the
hell was he to do? Call the Judge and ask for an emergency meeting? Difficult
to describe this as a crisis with the S3 issue hanging over them. This was not
the time to declare an error in promoting Charlie.
    These issues and a home front with an
unhappy wife meant Duncan longed for the good old days where everyone knew the
rules. How to simplify his life? That fucking Charlie Taylor needed taming, and
their past history no longer counted.

CHAPTER 9: Charlie’s LOG: The
Spring Dance
    Jesus, I have to hurry. The Chief wants to
see me
     My head is splitting, mouth unbelievable,
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