Max went down into the basement and to the room that was well monitored. He scanned his id and then walked into the surprise of the people who worked in there. It wasn’t often that someone came down there in person. They looked at him like he was an alien of some sort. He grinned and knew he was being the one who was out of place.
“Hi,” Max said. “I have a case where one of my main suspects might have been involved with a lawsuit that was probably criminal but more likely civil dealing with an underage female.”
“If the suspect is not in jail, it was probably civil.” One of the men said as he pushed up his glasses.
“That was what I was thinking,” Max said as he looked at the four people that were in the room, still staring at him. “Is there a way for me to access the trial notes?”
“If it was not criminal, I don’t think there will be any notes for it, but we can tr
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The woman looked up and was like deer caught in headlights. She glanced at Max and then shook her head for a minute and then back at him. Max smiled even more. It was nice to know he had that much of a different effect on the woman now. Ten years ago, she would have never looked at him in the first place.“Urm.” She said as she watched him enter the room. “I don’t believe that we did know each other.”“We did, Marie. I was the fateful one who was chosen to go out with Samantha for prom.” Max said.“I don’t believe that.” The woman said as she looked him over again. “You can not be the one who stood on the side of the room the entire night.”“That was me,” Max said as he smiled even more. “Now, I do believe we have a few things to discuss. As you already know, Samantha died over a month ago. I
“What about them?” Marie asked as she looked at Max.“Where they close to Samantha?” Max asked.“No,” Marie replied as she thought about the family in question. “Rita was always in the background. She and Sam never really talked. I can’t remember them ever being like sisters.”“Why was that?” Max asked. He was getting a little background on the people he would have to call upon a little later. The DA wanted as much as possible on this case. The pressure to close it was growing, and Max knew it was only a few weeks away from being completely done. This was finding out thing to put in his report on the people who will have to answer the tough questions on why Samantha was the way she was.“Rita knew the truth. She also hated that her father liked Samantha so much more. It wasn&rsqu
Max went down into the basement and to the room that was well monitored. He scanned his id and then walked into the surprise of the people who worked in there. It wasn’t often that someone came down there in person. They looked at him like he was an alien of some sort. He grinned and knew he was being the one who was out of place.“Hi,” Max said. “I have a case where one of my main suspects might have been involved with a lawsuit that was probably criminal but more likely civil dealing with an underage female.”“If the suspect is not in jail, it was probably civil.” One of the men said as he pushed up his glasses.“That was what I was thinking,” Max said as he looked at the four people that were in the room, still staring at him. “Is there a way for me to access the trial notes?”“If it was not crimina
The receptionist poked her head in about an hour later while Max was laid back in his chair and reading one of the files. If it hadn’t been a crime against a child or teenager, in this case, it would have made for some interesting reading. It turned his stomach, but he was intrigued by how this man had gotten off on so many charges of the years.“Your interview is here in room three.” She said, and he nodded.“Thank you. I do have one more coming in a bit later. Again just let me know after you place them.” Max said.“Why not when they get here?” She asked which was the normal thing most people did.“All of these people have been hiding the truth about something horrible for years. I want them to almost think they are here for themselves. It is a phycological trick to get them to open up a little bit more. I wish I could charge them, but nothing would s
Max walked out of the interview room and looked at his watch. He had a few minutes before the next interviewee would be there to be placed in the room. He knew the receptionist would do it the way he said, so he went out the back for a minute to get a breath of fresh air. He had a lot of new little details to go over.He knew this was complicated in the end, and a lot of people were involved, but this was the last of the fact-finding he had to do. The little details about Samantha and her relationships would be the ones that were the nails that held the box shut for the people really involved in her death. It wasn’t a normal case. He had already narrowed down the suspect list to two people. He would ask the questions and go where the answers would lead.The next interview was the last. It was the last for many reasons. This person was probably involved from the time that Max was in ways. It was
Max walked in, and the person looked at him blankly. Max took out the recorder he had been using and placed it on the table. “For the record, I am Detective Max Anderson.”“I know who you are, dipshit.” The person said.“I know that as well. For the record, your name is?” Max prompted as he says down.“You know my name.” The person said.“I do, but can you please state it?” Max said. “This is for the transcripts for the DA. He won’t know your name unless you say it.”“Why don’t you say it?” The person stated.“Because it is nice for them to hear that the person would answer an easy question such as your name without being the dumbass that you are,” Max said as he looked at the person.“You called me a dumbass?” The person asked as they looked at Max. “Can
Max looked at his brother, and he could see that he had not grown into a better man like Max had. He was the same as he always was. The favorite child in a family of two. He could have anything that he wanted, and he was given everything. Their parents had loved him more. It was plain in the way they had watched over him but never seemed to care about what Max had done.This was not the time to deal with that. Max took a breath, and he then steadied himself for this. “Tell me how you knew her now.”“I didn’t,” Michael said as he looked at his brother.“I have people who put you two together as close as a week before she died. You want to try again?” Max asked as he looked at the man his brother was.“Well, if you already know, then why ask?&r
Max sat in his living room that he now had poster boards hanging everywhere. This was the one time that he didn’t have someone there to tell him he was making a mess. He already knew, but this was the best way to show how he got the evidence and how the clues all fit together. He was happily sticking things on the fourth poster board and knew this case was going to have at least fifteen to possibly twenty. It was also there to show how so many players had a hand in her death, but they were not the ones who pulled the trigger. He could see that person clearly. Though it was not going to be easy to show that. That is why he knew he had to do all of this. Like he said to the captain, he needed a week to be able to prove to himself and then to everyone else he had the right person in his sights. At