A jury had been carefully selected and the case was going to be heard by Judge Amy Davis. I was delighted that we had pulled a female judge because I thought she might, although unethical, have an empathetic bent that a male judge would not. Of course, if she did have a blatantly biased view, Parker would make sure that she recuse herself.
Even so, our case was strong and with the evidence we had it didn’t really matter what the gender of the judge happened to be. We were ready and we were confident.
Our opening statement came to a screeching halt before we ever began. I felt like a student who had studied for the wrong test and utter disbelief was the only thing tumbling around in my head as Parker Patterson immediately called for the dismissal of the case.
“Case dismissed? Are you serious? On what grounds, your Honor? I queried.
Parker was a winner for a reason. An expert at due diligence, she had discovered that the search warrant issued was for the house proper. It did not include the grounds, therefore all the evidence, including the contents of the dog’s stomach were inadmissible. It was a novice mistake made by a novice detective.
We stood in stunned, stupefied silence as Judge Davis granted the dismissal of the case, due to lack of evidence, illegal search and seizure and the absence of a corpus delicti. We also listened as she granted witness protection…once again for a known murderer. Parker had once again, done her job with expertise.
I will never forget the look on Kevin Mays’ face as he heard Judge Adams’ ruling, nor will I ever forget the look on the Judge Adams’ face as she rendered her decision.
The next few minutes were a complete fog until we reached the top of the courthouse steps. I didn’t even remember how I got out of the courtroom. I wanted to scream “are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?”
The famous saying “justice is blind” pissed me off. Justice was not blind. Justice had its eyes wide open when it was prevented by the very laws that are supposed to protect the innocent. There was going to be no justice for Evelyn May. More than once I had been given a toast when I said “justice is for the guilty. The laws are supposed to protect the innocent but clearly they protect the guilty.”
I settled down and watched as a woman slowly approached Parker. I was halfway hoping she would punch her in the face but instead, she calmly said “I want to ask you a question. How do you sleep at night?”
Parker looked at her and in an almost mockingly way said “first, I slip into my silk Hermes lingerie. Then I pull back my Charlotte Thomas Bedspoke 22-karat gold sheets to reveal my Hungarian goose down pillows. Just before I turn off my original Tiffany lamp, which sits on a piece of my handmade Henredon furniture, I glance at my extensive collection of Fabergé Eggs and my original paintings by Van Gogh, Monet and Rembrandt. I must say that I find the works of Pollock and Picasso a bit troubling.”
She turned and walked away as if she had just been asked for the time.
I will admit that I had an intense hatred for Parker Patterson. She was like a deadly Black Mamba, stalking her prey and then striking with electrifying precision. But she was stalking the good guys, striking like a lightning bolt and leaving us paralyzed, leaving us helpless as we watched these scumbags, degenerates, and bottom-feeders walk away as free as a bird.
My question was “why?”
To be continued___________