Thread: L.A. EYES  ( Katy & Crimson )

RE LA EYE'S Case of the Innocent Murderer Katy Crimson Mrs Miles. Im not entirely sure what you would like me to do. Samantha sat on one side of a large dark oak desk with Mrs Miles sitting opposite. On the desk was a large rectangular blotting pad laid immediately in front of Samantha there was a desk lamp gold base and stem and a dark green glass shade. There was a small pile of files, neatly stacked just to the left of the blotting pad and open in front of Samantha was a copy of that mornings newspaper. On the front was a picture of Willy being escorted into the Divisional Stationhouse in Hollywood. The story itself provided the somewhat gory details as to how the victims were found, of the subsequent police chase and arrest and finally of the admission. She felt incredibly sorry for the woman in front of her, but what was there to investigate and what did she expect her to achieve in the courthouse. And if she was honest, on the basis of the information in front of her, she didnt really have much of a personal inclination to do anything. Your son has admitted that he did this. I can try and help him out with sentencing... you do realize dont you that the DA is probably going to ask for the death penalty? I can try and make an argument that he should serve a life sentence instead, but as long as he continues to profess that he did... But he didnt do it. I know my son and hes simply not capable of doing this. She was a middle aged, rather plump woman. Clearly not a woman of means but someone who was very proud and who took care to present herself as well as she possibly could. Mrs. Miles. If that is the case, why do you think he has confessed to such a heinous crime? He must appreciate the consequences? Samantha had of course heard of people who for various reasons admitted to crimes that they did not commit. Usually it was because they were being threatened or blackmailed or it was some form of cry for help. A need to be inside an institutionalized environment simply because they could not cope in the outside world. I dont know. I dont know. Mrs Miles sniffed and little and dabbed a small white handkerchief with a grey-gloved hand in the corner of her eyes. Please Ms. Please just go and talk to him. If you talk to him Im sure you will realize that he couldnt possibly... She opened her purse and took out a small wallet. I dont have a lot of money, but I can pay... Mrs. Miles... Samantha took a deep breath and sighed, holding up one hand. Ill tell you what... Ill go and see if I can speak to him. But if he doesnt want to see me, the police dont have to let me in. I might be able to persuade them but I cant guarantee it. And we will see where we are then. How does that sound? Samantha stood up and as Mrs Miles followed suit, she started to usher her to the door. Thank you Miss. If you could Im sure you would see that he just couldnt... Alright... well you just go home and I will come and see you when I know a little more. But Mrs. Miles... please remember, if Willy insist he did it.... Twenty minutes later, Samantha left the office telling Nina that she was going to see whether she could get in to have a conversation with Willy Miles. No problem. Say hi to Matt when you get there. She stared at Samantha smirking a little. What? Samantha stopped almost mid-stride. I said, say hi to... I heard that. What the hell is Matt doing... Nina shrugged. I dont know. He just said he was going to the Hollywood Stationhouse. Can it be that it doesnt have anything to do with this. She retrieved a copy of the morning paper from under her drawer and dropped in on the table. Samantha looked at her, sighed and left the office. Samantha was never entirely comfortable with walking into any of the police stations. Not only could the LAPD apparently not come to terms with the fact that she was at least a half-decent PI maybe not quite in Matts class but she was certainly more than competent, they couldnt deal with the fact that she was an Attorney. The relationship was never going to be a good one though as she had spent her entire legal career defending the very same people that the police were arresting and trying to lock up. They were rarely on the same side. And if they weren't criticizing or patronizing her, then they were asking her out on a date and when she refused, they went back to the criticism. She climbed out of the 1938 Buick and headed in to the station, her 3inch black heels clicking on the marble floor. She wore a mid calf length dark blue skirt which followed her curves closely from the waist down, skin tone nylon stockings and a crisp white blouse equally well fitted to her curves. It was far too warm for a jacket or a hat. As she walked in, two of the detectives she passed stopped and she felt them watching her as she walked up to the front desk. Good morning Sergeant. Id like to see Mr. Willy Miles please. Ive been engaged by his mother to represent him.