The Story Unfolds...|
Season Four, Episode Twenty Eight..
§§ Smoke Screen §§
Debut Launch: December 1st, 2005.
"Robert Gutheim" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Thu Dec 1, 2005 12:05 pm
Subject: Trouble for
Johnny's Landrover was full of gas.
::Which isn't always cheap, especially around
LA.:: he thought.
Gage was driving into work that morning, hoping to get there
as he could so he could avoid the wrath of The Phantom
of Station 51.
He was almost there
when he heard a strange explosive like
sound coming from a nearby alley. Gage pulled up nearby and
into it only to find a badly wounded woman lying on the ground of
the trash filled alley.
He ran over to her and began checking her vitals as best
he could without a BP cuff. Her
respirations were either extremely
slow or nonexistent. Then he sighed. ::Not that it would have
much since I'm not getting a pulse anymore. And there's no way
she can stay alive with
a head wound this bad.:: he said, seeing
gray matter sprayed out on the pavement near her shoulders.
Not too far from the body, Gage concluded that he was dealing |
with a pistol shooting when he saw
a weapon on the ground.
It was barely visible underneath a piece of box cardboard.
to regulations, Gage picked up the gun with a
pen through the trigger ring , worried about safety.
::It can't hurt anything if I move this a few feet out into the open
into plain sight. I don't
want it to get kicked by those who're gonna
respond to this mess. I still remember all too well what
after a head knocked Officer Vince got a hold of one of these that
was allowed to stay
too close on scene..::
He was so engrossed with moving slowly so the safety
wouldn't jostle off his pen, fall, and go off,
that he didn't notice the sirens of a police car pulling
"Put down the gun, sir." a voice called out as a tall, dark
haired husky looking man
in plain clothes walked up with
his weapon drawn. It was pointing at Johnny.
then what he must have looked like and
he carefully set the gun and pen down at his feet, muzzle
pointed away from the newly arrived policeman and his partner.
"I was checking the victim's vitals
to see if she was still alive.
You see I'm a paramedic with the Los Angeles County
Gage explained, getting out his ID.
"I’m Sergeant Joe Friday, Los Angeles Police Department. |
This is my partner Bill Gannon. If you
don't mind, we'd like to take
you downtown to answer a few questions." Sgt. Friday indicated.
"I'm on my way into work actually." Gage informed the
"We'll explain things to
your department chief." Gannon
promised him. "Please come with us."
His look told Johnny that
he had absolutely no choice
in the matter otherwise.
Before too long Gage was being "interviewed." He was
surprised that he felt like he had to defend
"Look, detective, I was simply driving into work when I heard
an explosive like sound
coming from the alley. I stopped and
checked to see what it was, you know, in case anyone was hurt..."
His attempt at irony was lost on the detectives, even when
he tapped his paramedic's I.D. that they
had taken out of
his wallet that lay on the table in front of him.
They said nothing.
Johnny sighed, doing what they had asked and went
on with his statement of account. "First thing
I did when I found
the woman lying there was to check her over to see if she had
any vitals signs.
The detectives looked at him blankly.
"You know, to see if I could get a pulse, or respirations,...
that kind of thing?"
The clarification finally registered on them and they both
"Did you feel so compelled that you had to disturb a
crime scene like that
past a pulse check?" asked
"Yeah, I had to see if there was more I could do for her, guys.|
I wasn't equipped to check her blood
pressure without a bp cuff
and stethoscope since I don't carry them when off duty. And
like the way that gun was buried under all that trash.
I didn't want anybody to step on it. Folks
can get themselves
killed doing stuff like that."
Gannon and Sergeant Friday just looked at
each other with
raised eyebrows and that made the young paramedic
all the more nervous. ::Why
am I sweating? I didn't do anything
wrong. Not seriously, anyway.:: he thought to himself.
The silence going on between the two detectives |
began to bug Johnny and it made him start rambling
he always did when he got uncomfortable about a situation.
"You know maybe I should look
into carrying them with me. I
don't think they would take up all that much space really. Then
would be much more then a just simple first aid kit with me..."
Gannon and Friday said nothing
and started whispering to
each other in conference.
Gage added more lamely, "...don't you think?"
Station 51, Cap was not in a good mood.
"Any of you seen Gage around? The rest of us are all set
call and that twit is nowhere to be seen!" Cap roared to
the rest of his men, including
Gage's partner Roy DeSoto.
Hank pegged the blonde paramedic with a stare. He didn't
ask the question again out loud. He didn't have to.
Roy sang out. "Nope. Sorry Cap. I don't know
where he is.
And yes, by now he IS usually screaming for Chet's blood
after getting nailed by
one of the Phantom's pranks." Roy
explained, pointing to Chet, who was still standing at
to avoid catching flack from Hank's agitated ire.
Just then the phone rang.|
Mike Stoker fell out of line from in front of the Ward
into Cap's office to answer it.
"L.A. County Station 51. Firefighter Stoker speaking."
it's Gage. Is Cap there?##
"Yes, he is John. And he is not happy with you right about
I'd look out for him if I were y--" Stoker said as Cap
grabbed the phone.
"Give me that, you
twit." Cap insisted. "Gage, where are you?!"
##Can't talk too long, Cap. It seems I'm being booked
murder charges of all things.##
"What?!" Cap startled, almost dropping the phone.
explained. ##I'm using up my one phone call to let you know
the scoop. Could you call the Fire Department
lawyer for me to
come down here? I'm with a Detective Gannon and a Sergeant
sit tight. I'll talk to McConikee and Houts see what I can
do to get you that lawyer. Don't do anything
further to make it
any worse, you twit." Cap said before hanging up.
Johnny grinned despite
himself. :: Cap's four letter apellative
only comes out when he's emotionally riled up but thoroughly
in your camp.:: he thought. ::Now why aren't these detectives
From : Roxy Dee <email@example.com>
Sent : Wednesday, December 7, 2005 1:22 PM
Subject : The Holiday Rigmarole~~
The story you're about to read, is true.
Dragnet : The documented drama of
an actual crime. For the
next thirty minutes, in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police
you will travel step by step on the side of the law
through an actual case from official police files.
to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your
police force in
You're a detective sergeant.
You're assigned to the homocide and burglary division.
You've already received a call about a shooting in an alley
down the block where you found an
off duty Los Angeles
County firefighter paramedic, caught red handed, holding a
revolver by a
pocket pen, standing over a recently deceased
young hispanic woman. The victim was later discovered
have died of a single gunshot wound to the back of the head.
The dead woman has yet to be
identified by the county medical
Your soul suspect's name is Johnny Gage
who claims to
work out of a county firehouse, 51's. So you check it out.
That station agrees with
your man's account of current employment
and you confirm the entity to be located nearby in the outlying
surburb of Carson City : an affluent community, that is most often
perfectly crime free by your
recollection. A puzzling background
origin for a possible rampant murderer.
To you, your perp
is nervous but he has yet to give away something
with which you can peg on him that links the apparent
actions that you witnessed on scene earlier, to the killing.
So far, Mr. Gage seems
to be just a case of a good samaritan who
got there too late to do anything to help a damsel in distress.
But that could change. You've always realized that leads usually pop
up into existence when
you least expect them to.
You also get a call that an important piece of religious art has been
from the oldest church in Los Angeles. There's no lead to its whereabouts
job? Find it and solve your woman in the alley's murder before
::It was Wednesday, December 24th. It was cold in Los Angeles. We were
working the day watch
out of the burgulary division. My partner's Bill Gannon.
In the front office is Captain Mack. My
name's Friday. I'd gone across
the street to buy stamps for some Christmas cards I was sending
It was 9:15 a.m. when I got back to Room 45; Burglary.:: thought
Detective Joe Friday. ::I sat out
on a table in the squad room and I started
to address the cards when Bill Gannon walked in carrying
a stack of Christmas
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"Hi, Joe." greeted Bill Gannon.|
"Christmas cards, huh?" chided Bill to Detective
Friday. "A little late
"Well, I was gonna send them out Monday, but we had that
the brown haired Joe Friday, who still musing over Johnny Gage's case file,
photos and the notes he had taken while talking to his fire station's captain,
out of the corner
of his eye even as he carefully wrote down his addresses
on his sparkling glittered envelopes.
"Take a look at this." Bill said tossing down a magazine of a newer brand
down in front of him.
"What's this? A comic book?" Friday asked, picking it up as if it was going
to bite him.
you look through and there's a picture on the next page." Bill demonstrated
I've seen those on the newstand." he said, no longer peering
through the department store's magazine
cover's peek hole.
Bill was still grinning. "They have cloth pasted in them."
"In the ads." Bill elaborated with a finger florish. "If you want to buy a suit
sample, it's right
there." he said, indicating what had captured his eye on
the way to work enough to buy the issue.
"Hhmm, you mean you can feel it?" Friday asked.
Bill nodded. "Where you can try it out and
feel it. There was one
for two hundred dollars."
"Sure. The cloth comes from
Joe tossed down the magazine in disgust. "What's it made out of?
"No. They got a special kind of goat over there. It's real smooth."
"Not a goat, Bill. A sheep."
"Well, a special kind of sheep then, cause it costs two hundred dollars."
Bill said, still enamoured
with the sample he had found.
"You gonna get one?" Joe asked.
"I told Faye. She said wear
the sample." Bill sighed ruefully.
Joe Friday's eyes twinkled in a glad I'm not you look. He returned
to torturously addressing his Christmas envelopes. And he
was good enough not to laugh.
ought to get married, Joe." said Bill, going through the packages
he had brought with him from the
"Laundry, meals, cards.. All taken care of." Bill surmised, handing
to his partner
an ornately wrapped blue and gold foil present, that was elongated the length
"Might help." Joe agreed, taking the gift, his expression still dead pan.
open it now? I always open a couple the day before." Bill smiled.
Joe pegged him with a stare, ignoring his partner's brevity. "Stanley.."|
"What's that? Your guess
on what I got you for a present?" Bill asked.
"The answer's no. I'm not guessing that this is
the Stanley wrench and
screwdriver set I asked for. It's too light. Stanley's a fire captain, at
in Carson, the boss who lines up our current murder man consideration,
Johnny Gage, with
daily jobs to do with the county. You remember Hank?
Cooks the best chowder this side of West Hollywood."
"Oh! I I remember him now. Didn't we speak to him about a case of a rescued
whose mattress was found to have contained eighty thousand dollars
in cold cash last year?" Gannon
asked, snapping in fingers in discovery.
"We did. While he fed us that wonderful soup. I thought
that Johnny Gage's
nervousness seemed familiar. Just got off the phone with Hank. He sounded
like our medical man does in there. " Joe said, pointing to the interrogation
room behind them that
had still had its one way glass view of the talking table
lit up with Johnny Gage leaning both elbows
onto it from his chair while he
continued to fidget.
"He must have learned the anse trait from Hank Stanley directly." Bill said,|
studying the paramedic
"Doesn't make him a murderer. A lot of people are a little jumpy under stress."
"Wouldn't jumpiness like that be a bad thing to have in a fire fighter?" replied
"That's what I asked his captain. And do you know what his answer was to me,
"He said he's put up with four years of Gage's twitchy mannerisms and has
yet to see
a character flaw that he didn't like in the guy. Then he proceeded to tell
me just how many people
his paramedic has been accredited with as having
"1,017." Joe replied.
"That many?" Gannon gaped.
"Yep. Just got off the phone with the fire department division
chief, too. Mr. Houts.
He came up with the same quote when I asked, when I checked up on Stanley's
statement from the phone call before."
Bill sagged onto the desk and set down his Christmas
packages. "Then we're
back to square one on our alley girl."
his forehead. "Tell me again how we're able to hold murder
charges over this Gage fellow?"
was holding the gun. The woman's blood was on his hands. Because Cap
says we gotta go through the
motions. And because there were no witnesses to
support his alibi. "
"None that we know of." Bill said, staring off into the distance as he leafed through|
containing their second assignment, to solve the church art theft.
Mr. Gage at 0700, right?"
"Well, doesn't holiday mass let off right about then?
Maybe our murder victim
was a member of the congregation." Bill said. "This church's in the same
Joe immediately got up from his desk, abandoning his cards. "Then let's
kill two birds
with one stone. Release Mr. Gage on bail. Say on five hundred
dollars worth. He should be able to
afford that on a fireman's pay. If he can't
cover it I'm sure his stationmates will do it for him."
"Aw, Joe. You're such a softy. You're letting him out so he can be home for
looked up without expression. "I'm afraid things won't be so merry yet for
him for a while, Bill.
Even if he's innocent. He's got a guilty conscience a mile
long and for things he didn't even do.
Come on. Let's get to the church and see
if we can get some of the right answers to our questions
that our squirrely Mr.
Gage couldn't really answer for us."
"Anything else on the alley murder
showing up?" Gannon asked.
"I hope it stays quiet. I got more shopping
to do." Gannon says, reaching
for his detective's jacket.
From: "Cory Anda" <andacory@...>
Dec 7, 2005 6:16 pm
Subject: The Ties That Bind..
The police man and the detective
were on the boulevard,
heading back to the crime scene locales of both their currently
jobs when another question just begged Bill to ask it. Joe
had remained silent while he considered
the legal options for the
young paramedic that he knew both he and his partner had already
to be liked immensely by all concerned, including themselves.
Gannon broke the stillness as he
drove the Fairlane.
"Anything doing?" he asked, pointing a nose at the quiet
police CB radio in
Joe picked up the chin he had resting on his hand.
"Hadding and Pryor were in on that
"Did they come up with anything?"
"Nah, the city's not talking much tonight."
he held up a package that he had already wrapped for
someone in delicate fawn yellow from
out of a voluptuous
pocket in his trench coat. "Do you see that? Real rice
paper pages with persimmon
perfume. Leather binding."
Bill raised both his eyebrows over the steering wheel.
never learn." he said, clucking his lips in sympathy.
"Well, what's the matter?" Friday asked,
not changing his
position or the present's, which he was holding up for Bill to
woman wants a stationery set. Get her something personal."
Joe started up with petulance. "It's
got her initials on it..."
Bill smiled. "No, no. You want something more sentimental.
he began to soothe gently in advisement.
Joe didn't move, talking fast from the corner of his
immediately changing the subject. "WhatdidyagetFaye?"
"It's different in my case." pursed
Gannon with a stiff lip.
Joe insisted. "Whatdidya ..get ..Faye?" he said more slowly.
sighed. "....A sewing machine..."
Joe's face never changed. "That romantic?" he asked monotone.
Gannon had the grace to look uncomfortable. "Well, it is in a way."
"Why didn't you buy a
catcher's mitt?" Friday replied dryly.
Right then, the car phone went off. Joe picked up the receiver
up the volume. "Burglary. Friday. Yes, that's right. You've got the
Padre. We'll be right out. No, you can tell us
about it there. Good night." and he hung up the phone.
Then he turned
to his partner, "It's the Golden Church. About the theft. We're closest."
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::Bill and I checked in with the office and rode over to the church
at the corner of Sunset
Boulevard and Main...:: narrated Friday's thoughts.
::The Old Mission Plaza Church. Founded in
1781, the year Los Angeles
became a pueblo. The outside was typical early spanish design,
with scarlet azaleas lining the walls. They called it the Nuestra
La Senora Reina. Her founders had
been mostly from Mexico. And their
ordained priests still held services there. They had flattened
an old stable
floor and had added grapevines, trees and flowers. A young priest crossed the
to meet us. He had been sitting on a stone bench reading his morning
prayers as padres have done
here for one hundred and seventy two years.
We asked for Padre Xavier Rojas who had communicated
with us and we were
told that he was inside. We entered a side door.....
The church seemed
to glow with the hundreds of moulded candles flickering on
both sides of the altar and in the shrines
throughout the church.
It was empty except for a few people praying. Surrounding the main altar were|
several old oil paintings
in gold frames. The air was heavy with the scent of
advent flowers. We found Father Rojas near the
sanctuary looking at the
nativity scene. He told us about the crib. It was a seventy dollar duplication
of the scene at Bethelem. The parishioners had taken up a collection for it
thirty one years ago.
Every year it was put up December 22nd and taken down
after the holy season.
It was beautiful.....
Except that one of the shepherds had lost an arm.. The
sheep was old and cracked. And the infant
J*sus was missing. Father Rojas
led us back into the sacristy... ::
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sorry to bother you men..." said Father Xavier Rojas.
"It's all right, Father." said Bill.
"...especially now, the holiday season."
Joe gave a small nod for Rojas to go on. "We cashed
Father. Will you tell us what happened?"
Bill elaborated more. "Or what you think
Xavier sighed, folding over his intricate red and white robes.
"I discovered the
statue was missing right after the six o'clock mass."
"Did you say the sixth?" Bill asked Xavier
about being its officiary.
"Yes. I started the collections, wrote them into the directory and
then last of all, I usually stop by the crib to pray." Father Rojas
"Was the statue
missing before the mass?" Joe asked him.
"I don't know. But it WAS there last night."
late is the church open?" Gannon wanted to know.
Joe brindled a bit. "You
leave it wide open so any thief can walk in?"
"Particularly thieves, sergeant." smiled Xavier.|
"You say it was there last night, Father? How
late?" asked the
"Ten or eleven o'clock. We had confessions."
one saw it after that?"
"One of the altar boys. He says it may have been there.
"Did he see it?" Friday clarified.
"He's not sure." distressed the padre.
"What's his name?" Bill asked softly, touching the priest on
the arm to calm him.
Xavier led the two detectives over to a plain, heavily scratched
desk, and slid over an open ledger
for them to view. "Here's the schedule.
You'll find him in the names for every mass there."
two detectives made use of the information and leafed through
the pictures of the congregation included
in the margins. One particular
image halted them of a young female singer with a face they immediately
recognized. Her name was Maria Angel Lopez. Their young murder victim.
Joe did his best not to
sigh in reopened pain.
"Was there a big crowd at the six o'clock mass this morning, Father?"
do you ask?"
Friday and Gannon both exchanged uncomfortable looks with each
I'm afraid we have some ...very bad news. Have you known
this young woman long?" he said holding up
the dog eared photograph
of Maria in a christening veil up so the father took it into a gnarled hand.
"Why, yes. This is Maria Lopez. She's a cousin of one of the firefighters
attends church here twice a month with his mother. She's such a sweet
child, and one with G*d. I've
known her all her life. I was the one who
christened her a few days after she was born." he grinned
"She's related to a firefighter?"
"Yes, to Marco Lopez from
Station 51, one of the county's I believe,
located a few miles down the road."
Joe's face fell
even more dead pan and he rose from his seat, setting
down an offered cup of tea that had grown cold.
Bill took the older man's shoulders. "Father, I think you should sit down."|
to Maria? No!" the padre immediately guessed.
"Yes, padre. She was killed by gunfire only this
morning around seven,
right after mass in the alley immediately behind the church."
breath caught deep in his throat and he caught himself on the
edge of the desk. "And do you know her
"We don't. Not for sure. There was only one man found standing over
when we got her shots fired call."
"And who was he? If he's not a patron of my church, he shall
with eternal d*mn*tion."
"His name is John Gage, and he's also a firefighter.
And we've learned
that he's a paramedic, too,..." Bill said softly, reluctant to add the
Finally, he said it. "...from Station 51."
Xavier's face blanched pure white and the two detectives
they would have to catch him falling into a faint. But that never happened.
goodness. Has someone let Marco know about Maria's murder yet?
This is simply ... terrible.. I--"
"Here, padre." said Friday, giving over the tea that would have been his.
"Drink this. It'll help."
Bill went on. "We didn't know about the connection between Johnny Gage
and Marco Lopez until now.
Rest assured that we'll get to the bottom of this,
Father. We don't think that Gage is Maria's murderer.
His basic character
doesn't fit the profile."
"I hope not. Pitting friend against friend can
scarcely be imagined,
detective." he took in a big breath. "Do you want me to tell Mr. Lopez about
his cousin? He is working today at the station."
"We'll do it. Mr. Gage's probably already met
bail and may be headed there.
We'll share the information with the two of them in the presence of
superiors for moral support." Gannon said, rising. "Thank you, Father."
said Friday, rising
from his chair.
"And about the statue, we'll solve that mystery, too." Bill promised.
there a large crowd of people here after the six o'clock mass?"
Friday questioned Rojas before they
lost him in fresh grief.
"Not many. Uh,...People are usually going to work." said
"Did you notice anyone strange hanging about Maria
I came back here,.. I took off the vestments.
I suppose it was ten, fifteen minutes before I went
into the church. She had stopped singing by then."
"Was it empty?" Bill plugged, looking
desperate for any new suspect.
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"No, people were coming in for the seven o'clock." Xavier sighed.|
"I'm so ashamed that I didn't even
notice that Maria had gone missing,
"Can you check with the other priests, Father?"
"Please do. It's very important that we find the killer or else this
may pay the unfortunate price."
"I shall, believe me. I will most diligently."
a check on the pawn shops, on our second task,
how much is the infant statue worth?" Bill asked Father
"In money?" Xavier frowned, genuinely surprised by the odd question.
He was still stunned
by the news of the murder of Maria, the
most devout celebre' of his congregation by far.
smiled then. "That's the point in pawn shops, Father."
The older gray haired man sighed and wiped
away an escaping tear.
"Only a few dollars. We could get a new one, but it wouldn't be the same.
had children in the parish: they've grown up and married.
It's the only J*sus they know."
understand." said Friday.
"....And we've had children who died....Like her.." the Padre choked
up as he hugged Maria's choir picture. " It was the only J*sus they
knew....So ...*sob* many
of the people who come here are simple
people. They wouldn't understand, sergeant. It would be like
the evening star. "
"We'll do our best, Father." promised Bill Gannon.
why it would mean so much to the Lopezes, and to the
church, to have it back for the first mass on
"That's not very long, Father. Less than twenty four hours." Bill
Friday silenced his partner with a small shake of his head.
"If anything turns up,
you know where to get in touch with us."
"Yes." Rojas sighed. "It's sad, isn't it?"
that?" asked Bill.
"In so short a time, men learn to steal and kill."
Friday allowed the
grieving man of the cloth a look of hope.
"Yes, but consider us, Father."
some of them didn't, you and I would be out of work. Now
let's try to save a paramedic, together,
so he won't find himself
out of his." Joe said with conviction.
Next to him, Bill Gannon's
eyes shone with the same passionate light.
From: "Patti or Jeff or Cassidy" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2005 13:07:07 -0800 (PST)
Subject: [EmergencyTheaterLive] Brown Against Blue
Captain Stanley was more than grateful that the station
hadn't been called out of the
house yet while all personnel he
had requested from L.A. Headquarters, came.
Houts was hanging
about in the office and the lawyer
that Gage wanted was still gathering background information
the others on shift. :: Man, ...Marco, Stoker, Kelly
and Roy, are taking this bombshell event rather
well. Wish I
could say the same for myself.:: thought Cap.
For the third time, he cleared
his throat and leaned on the
map outside his own office door, waiting for it to reopen.
side door buzzer rang, making him jump.
"I got it!" called Chet and he skidded on the garage floor,
colliding with Boot, who was just as eager to get there, to
see if Johnny had arrived yet from the
His face fell when he saw that it was two men, holding up
Stanley pulled up on his belt, fighting
a lump in his throat that had formed ever since he had received
the phone call from Johnny about the murder wrap. He dropped
all pretense of formality. "What's new,
fellas? Can I interest you
in some coffee? We've a fresh pot in the kitchen on the stove."
Joe Friday surprised him by looking around the vehicle bay
before speaking. "Is Fireman
Marco Lopez available, captain?
It's rather important that we speak to him immediately."
what may I ask?" Hank said, sweeping nervous fingers
through his hair.
Right then, a happy
disturbance interrupted the three of them
when the gang celebrated Gage's appearance through the
Bill stopped smiling. "Uh, I think it would be better if we all
about this captain. It'll be best for all concerned
if we do. After all, fire crews harbor no secrets
from each other, or
so I was led to believe by Chief Houts."
"That fact is definitely true,
detective. Uh,... This way..." he said,
showing the two investigators to the kitchen table.
animated babble surrounding Johnny that was filled with
worry, encouragement and energetic advice
dropped into silence
instantly when Gannon and Friday took the chairs Cap offered them.
face fell. "Fellas, have a seat. These two gentlemen have
something to say that can't wait until later.
Marco, this is meant for
your ears, too, so don't go wandering off."
Uncomfortable and clearly
uncertain, the gang did as they were told,
filing in around the kitchen table. Stoker immediately
handed out coffee
mugs to everyone, but forgot to pour anything.
No one noticed the oversight.
Chet Kelly got up quickly, "I'll......go get the Chief and Johnny's lawyer.|
Is that ok if I do that,
pal?" he said looking at Gage.
Gage was still deciding how to place his arms in front of him through
his agitated state of worry. "Yeah. By all means! Uh,.. if that's all right
by you guys....heh." he
said without humor to the two policemen.
They nodded. "That might be a good course of action.
We don't want
to interfere with anyone's rights under the law." replied Bill Gannon.
Houts and a young, fresh faced lawyer with a side part sat
down, the nervousness in the kitchen grew
palpably. Especially when
Houts, a department icon, refused a fill into his coffee cup.
cleared his throat. "Detectives, Bill Gannon and Joe Friday,
everybody. I've been led to believe
that they're working on the case
against Gage here." he said carefully, taking his own chair awkwardly.
"Not against Gage. We're simply a neutral investigative party. It'll be up to
judge to decide Johnny's eventual guilt or innocence. We're
merely here to seek out some details
to answers that haven't been made
clear yet." He looked to the fire department lawyer who had taken
near his nervous client. "May we proceed, sir?"Joe asked the lawyer.
He got a nod from
him. "Go ahead. For your records, my name's Trenton
Cogley of the Los Angeles County Fire Department.
I'll be representing Mr.
Gage through any formal proceedings until there's a resolution found in
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