CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and NINE
Thursday morning — 8:35 a.m. MT
“That’s him?” the Denver Police Detective’s Captain looked through the one way glass at State Attorney General Aaron Alvin. Alvin wore a smug expression and a matching designer suit. His lawyer looked like a well groomed pit bull ready to bite.
“And his lawyer,” Captain Ferguson said.
“You ready?” the Captain asked. He turned to two Denver Police Detectives. The older, taller detective nodded.
“Go get him,” the Captain said.
The younger detective went through the door first.
“It’s about time,” the lawyer said. “The Attorney General has a full schedule today. We’d like to get this matter settled so he can return to serving the state.”
The younger detective looked at the lawyer and blinked. He didn’t move to sit down nor did he say anything.
“We understand that you need to follow up on one of your detective’s lead,” the lawyer pulled a folder from his briefcase. “But you must know that Detective O’Malley bears a grudge against my client. The Attorney General solved one of the most egregious crimes in the state, something Detective O’Malley was unable to do.”
“Detective Seth O’Malley no longer works for the Denver Police Department.” The young detective kept his face blank.
“We are prepared to file a harassment suit against the Denver Police Department and Mr. O’Malley,” the lawyer said.
The older, taller detective entered the room and closed the door. He was wearing gloves and holding a small stack of Polaroid photos.
“Finally someone with some experience to tell us what’s going on,” the lawyer said.
One at a time, the detective set the photos Captain Ferguson found in the bear on the table in front of State Attorney General Aaron Alvin. For the briefest moment, the room was silent.
“You can’t possibly believe the word of a thoughtless whore,” Aaron Alvin said. “These photos were manipulated to…”
“We thought you’d say that,” the younger detective said. “I met with our witness this morning.”
“And your witness is?” the lawyer asked.
“The child,” the older detective said. “She’s grown up.”
He took a set of photographs out of his pocket.
“Here’s a photograph of her arm where you burned it,” the young detective set down a photo of a scar on Tanesha’s arm. “You’ll see that her scar is in the exact location as your lighter in this photo.”
The young man set down photo after photo to match the older pictures.
“All except this one,” the older detective said. “But that doesn’t leave a physical wound.”
As if he’d been switched on, the lawyer began spewing legaleze. The detectives watched Aaron Alvin’s entire being focus on the photographs. In one picture, there was a side view of Yvonne’s face as she fought to get Tanesha away from him. His thumb stroked her face. He looked up at the older detective.
“I want to make a deal,” he said.
Stunned, his lawyer stopped talking. The lawyer turned to stare at Alvin.
“Find someone who can make me a deal,” Aaron Alvin said. “I can give you names, dates, times, audio recordings, and some video of how business is really done in this state. Your Chief will become the man known for cleaning up the city and county of Denver, hell, the state.”
“You’re willing to give up all of that?” the older detective asked.
“For what?” the younger detective asked.
“Witness protection and…” Aaron Alvin leaned over the photos. He pointed to Yvonne. “Her.”
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…