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them again. They are all that she has; her parents were murdered in cold blood. What’s left of her is right here, your Honor. All the State has are accusations from people; they have no actual proof that my client is the evil monster they portray her to be.”
Judge Florentino looked from Jani’rah who sat with a smirk looking him straight in his eyes, then back to her attorney. He knew they were both full of shit. However, he granted Jani’rah a bond. His life depended on it.
*****
“Are you sure she won’t find out that it’s me?” Camille asked the officers that sat in her living room with files that contained pictures of Camille with different clients and a photograph of her the day an officer was murdered in the middle of Howard Court.
“The day you testify will be the day she finds out that it was you; but by then she’ll be in custody and you’ll be in witness protection.” Detective Lavette said convincingly as she watched Camille fidget around in her seat. The detective had gotten word that Camille was a part of Ms. Jean’s team and Lavette felt as if Camille would help them if they helped her. “You’re looking at ten to twenty years for your involvement in the murder of a police officer. Do you think that she’s thinking about your wellbeing while she’s locked up? Has she reached out to you? Better yet, what if she’s saying that you’re the head of the sex ring and escort service instead of her?” The detective knew that Jani’rah wasn’t talking but that Camille didn’t know that.
“Jani’rah isn’t like that. She would nev…”
The male detective abruptly cut off Camille. “You don’t know what she’s saying to the cops. Never say what someone else would ‘never’ do; because when their back is against the wall, people have a tendency to crack. I’ve been doing this too long and seen the toughest men crack under pressure; so you better start thinking about yourself.” Detective Steve John was getting tired of Camille’s relentlessness and was ready to put Jani’rah under the jail.
“Alright Steve, that’s enough.” Detective Lavette said to her male partner for interjecting his rant while sitting down next to Camille. “Now Camille, I know this may be hard for you to do, but think of your freedom for a minute. We’ll move you somewhere where nobody will find you and you’ll have a fresh start. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Lavette laid it on thick. She saw that Camille had tears in her eyes so she began to rub her back.
Camille wiped her eyes and looked Detective John in his eyes. “Okay, I’ll do it. But please…when this is over just get me out of Bridgeport. You don’t know Jani’rah, if she even thinks someone is betraying her, they’re dead.
Detective John took out his notepad, sat down and was ready to take down her confession. Camille sat up straight and began talking. “Okay, this is what happens…” Camille gave the officers the prices and the location of the clubs that Jani’rah used for the underworld. She even went as far as telling them some of the celebrities that used the escort service. While Camille was running down Jani’rah’s business all she could think of was her fresh start. She had stacked enough paper to survive until she could find decent work wherever the government was offering to hide her out at. She knew how Jani’rah got down and all she could do now was rely on the police for protection.
*****
After Jani’rah’s bond was posted she had Hanz drive her past the local daycares and recreational centers she funded. She did this frequently. The smiles and excitement on children’s faces put her at ease and made her feel better about her career choice. Unbeknownst to anyone, she had a soft spot for kids. She never really got to enjoy her own childhood. Her mom was always working and her father was barely home. They were snatched away from her; murdered in cold blood when she was only a teenager. She never knew what
Judge Florentino looked from Jani’rah who sat with a smirk looking him straight in his eyes, then back to her attorney. He knew they were both full of shit. However, he granted Jani’rah a bond. His life depended on it.
*****
“Are you sure she won’t find out that it’s me?” Camille asked the officers that sat in her living room with files that contained pictures of Camille with different clients and a photograph of her the day an officer was murdered in the middle of Howard Court.
“The day you testify will be the day she finds out that it was you; but by then she’ll be in custody and you’ll be in witness protection.” Detective Lavette said convincingly as she watched Camille fidget around in her seat. The detective had gotten word that Camille was a part of Ms. Jean’s team and Lavette felt as if Camille would help them if they helped her. “You’re looking at ten to twenty years for your involvement in the murder of a police officer. Do you think that she’s thinking about your wellbeing while she’s locked up? Has she reached out to you? Better yet, what if she’s saying that you’re the head of the sex ring and escort service instead of her?” The detective knew that Jani’rah wasn’t talking but that Camille didn’t know that.
“Jani’rah isn’t like that. She would nev…”
The male detective abruptly cut off Camille. “You don’t know what she’s saying to the cops. Never say what someone else would ‘never’ do; because when their back is against the wall, people have a tendency to crack. I’ve been doing this too long and seen the toughest men crack under pressure; so you better start thinking about yourself.” Detective Steve John was getting tired of Camille’s relentlessness and was ready to put Jani’rah under the jail.
“Alright Steve, that’s enough.” Detective Lavette said to her male partner for interjecting his rant while sitting down next to Camille. “Now Camille, I know this may be hard for you to do, but think of your freedom for a minute. We’ll move you somewhere where nobody will find you and you’ll have a fresh start. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Lavette laid it on thick. She saw that Camille had tears in her eyes so she began to rub her back.
Camille wiped her eyes and looked Detective John in his eyes. “Okay, I’ll do it. But please…when this is over just get me out of Bridgeport. You don’t know Jani’rah, if she even thinks someone is betraying her, they’re dead.
Detective John took out his notepad, sat down and was ready to take down her confession. Camille sat up straight and began talking. “Okay, this is what happens…” Camille gave the officers the prices and the location of the clubs that Jani’rah used for the underworld. She even went as far as telling them some of the celebrities that used the escort service. While Camille was running down Jani’rah’s business all she could think of was her fresh start. She had stacked enough paper to survive until she could find decent work wherever the government was offering to hide her out at. She knew how Jani’rah got down and all she could do now was rely on the police for protection.
*****
After Jani’rah’s bond was posted she had Hanz drive her past the local daycares and recreational centers she funded. She did this frequently. The smiles and excitement on children’s faces put her at ease and made her feel better about her career choice. Unbeknownst to anyone, she had a soft spot for kids. She never really got to enjoy her own childhood. Her mom was always working and her father was barely home. They were snatched away from her; murdered in cold blood when she was only a teenager. She never knew what