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FIC: Explosive, Part 40/43 
15th-Jun-2008 01:47 am
Pretty boys

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“It’s Saturday, Richard.”  McCoy dropped into a chair across the table from Martins and his attorney, Richard Billings, in an interview room on Rikers Island.  Billings sighed.

“And yet, you’re here.”

McCoy raised an eyebrow.

“Your office said you haven’t assigned a prosecutor to this case.”

“I’m going to do that on Monday.”

They stared at each other for a long beat, Martins looking mutinous.

“What do you want?” McCoy asked finally, and Billings responded,

“We’ll take the same deal you gave Johnson and Hatch.”

McCoy shook his head.  “That deal’s no longer available.”

“Than what is available?”

McCoy cocked an eyebrow at Martins.  “I thought your client wanted his day in court.”

Billings gave Martins a weary look.  “He still may, depending on what’s on the table.”

McCoy considered.  “I can give you a top and a bottom,” he said after a moment.  “Say … fifteen to fifty, all sentences to run concurrently.”

Billings make a disbelieving sound.  “My client is fifty-three years old.”

“Which makes him eligible for parole when he’s sixty-eight.  So what?”

Billings glanced again at Martins.  “Cut that top in half, and you’ve got a deal.”

McCoy considered.  The average lifespan for an American male was 76 years—even with a maximum sentence of twenty-five years, Martins would most likely die in prison.  He nodded.  “Fine.”

Martins seemed to be waiting for something.  When it didn’t come, he burst out, “You’re not going to ask me not to testify in any appeals?”

McCoy shook his head.  “You’re going to do what you’re going to do, regardless.”  He stood.  “Your credibility is zero, sir.  Any damage you can still do is less than the damage you have already done.  I’ll send you the papers.”  This last was directed at Billings, who nodded.  Standing, he made his way to the door.


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