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know the system. How did the $500,000 change hands?"
Jimmy Lee was shaking his head. "If the system involves bribery, then I don't know how it works, okay? I resent the implication. You're talking to the wrong man."
"Again, I'm not implicating or accusing you of anything."
"You're getting pretty damned close." Jimmy Lee slowly got to his feet and reached for the recorder. "Let's say this little meeting is over."
"No need for that, Mr. Arnold."
Jimmy Lee picked up the recorder and returned it to a pocket. "It's been a real pleasure," he said as he yanked open the door and disappeared down the hall.
Directly across Church Street, Dee Ray Rucker was entering another law office as Victor Westlake and his agents left Jimmy Lee's.
Quinn had been arrested the previous Wednesday night and had spent the first ten hours of his captivity in the interrogation room. After he confessed, on camera, he was finally taken to the Norfolk City Jail, placed in solitary, and slept for twelve straight hours. He was not allowed to use the phone until Saturday morning, and it took most of the day to reach a family member who was willing to talk. Early Saturday evening, Quinn was driven from Norfolk to Roanoke, a four-and-a-half-hour journey.
Once Dee Ray realized his older brother was in jail for killing a federal judge, he scrambled to find a lawyer who would take the case. Several in D.C. and Virginia declined. By late Sunday afternoon, another Roanoke character named Dusty Shiver had agreed to represent Quinn through the initial stages of the prosecution, but he reserved the right to step down if a trial became imminent. For obvious reasons, the local bar was more than a little nervous about representing a man charged with knocking off such an important part of the judiciary.
Dusty Shiver had once practiced law with Jimmy Lee Arnold, and they were cut from the same mold. In law, most partnerships, large and small, blow up, usually over the issue of money. Jimmy Lee got stiffed on a fee, blamed his partners, and moved across the street.
Dusty had managed to spend an hour with Quinn at the jail early Monday morning, before the indictment was announced. He was surprised to learn his client had already confessed. Quinn was adamant that he was coerced, tricked, pressured, threatened, and that the confession was bogus. He was claiming to be innocent. After leaving the jail, Dusty stopped by the U.S. Attorney's office and picked up a copy of the indictment. He was poring over it when his secretary buzzed in with the report that Mr. Dee Ray Rucker had arrived.
Of the two, Dusty, with long gray hair, faded jeans, and a red leather vest, looked more like a drug trafficker, and Dee Ray, in a Zegna suit, looked more like a lawyer. They greeted each other cautiously in Dusty's cluttered office. The first issue was the retainer, and Dee Ray opened his Prada attache and produced $50,000 in cash, which Dusty counted and stuck in a drawer.
"Do you know he's already confessed?" Dusty asked as he tucked the money away.
"He what?" asked Dee Ray, shocked.
"Yes, he's confessed. He says he signed a written statement admitting to the murders, and supposedly there's also a video. Please tell me he's too smart for that."
"He's too smart for that. We never talk to cops, never. Quinn would not voluntarily confess to anything, even if he was dead guilty. That's not our M.O. If a cop shows up, we start calling lawyers."
"He says the interrogation lasted all night long, he waived his rights, asked for a lawyer several times, but the two FBI agents kept hammering away. They tripped him up, got him confused, and he began hallucinating. He couldn't shut up. They said he was facing two counts of capital murder and that the entire family would be indicted since the killings were a part of gang business. They lied to him and said they could help him if he cooperated, that the family of Judge Fawcett was opposed to the death penalty, and so on. After hours of this, they broke him and he gave them what they wanted. Says he doesn't remember all that happened; he was too fatigued. When he woke up and tried to recall what had happened, it was all a dream, a nightmare. It took several hours before he realized what he had done, but even now he can't remember everything."
Dee Ray listened, too stunned to speak.
Dusty continued, "He does