Silenced Justice: A Josh Williams Novel Read Online Free
Author: Joe Broadmeadow
If Darnell did it, so be it. But if he didn’t, I'd like to give Loren a better memory of her father."
"All you need me to do…," Josh rested his chin in his hand. "Okay, let's say I pull the files and you find something, then what?"
"Then you'll help us won't you?" Chris answered.
Vera reached over, taking Josh's hand. Josh saw tears in her eyes. "Come on Josh, nobody understands searching for the truth more than you."
"How many times did you rehearse this?" Josh replied.
"Rehearse?" Vera smiled. "I would never do that, Josh."
"You might not, but she would," pointing at Chris.
"We need your help," Vera said.
Josh looked out at the river. Vera was right; the truth won my acquittal. He knew he had no choice, but it would come with a price.
"Okay, I'll pull the files. Give me a day or so."
"Told you the teary eyes would work," Vera said, laughing. "He's such a soft, sentimental type."
"Played by a couple of pros, wasn't I?" Josh said.
"You, my former protégé, are putty in our hands. That and your wife told us how."
"My wife conspired against me with the witches of Alpha Babes Investigations. So touching." Josh took a long drink as he looked at his two friends. I would do anything for them, no matter the cost.
Chapter 3
Thirty-Seven years ago
March 23, 1972
12:30 PM
East Providence, Rhode Island
Darnell Grey was an angry man.
Rubbing his fist, wiping off the blood, he stormed out of the Warren Avenue Shell station. He would not be back. The rage, taking control of him once again, made sure of it.
His wife would not be happy.
He wouldn't let them push him around. Nobody pushed him around. He'd find another goddamn job.
He knew he needed to control this anger. Yet the nightmares haunted him still. Sounds of the Ia Drang Valley echoed in his head, robbing him of sleep, depriving him of any sense of peace.
No one understood.
All they saw was an angry black man.
Darnell Grey was an angry man, with good reason.
Chapter 4
March 23, 1972
7:30 PM
Detectives Squad Room
Major Crimes
Providence Police Headquarters
Providence, Rhode Island
The two Providence detectives dragged Darnell Grey into the squad room. Pushing him onto a wooden bench, they handcuffed him to a pipe attached to the front. Old blood, sweat, and other unidentifiable stains covered the bench and wall.
Grey sagged in the seat, one eye swollen shut, dried blood on his cheeks. The side of his head a purplish-blotchy discoloration, hair matted down; his body wracked in shaking spasms of fear.
The lead detective, George Weslyan, went to his desk and started to type out the complaint forms.
"That the stovepipe that killed the girl?" the Detective Commander, Captain Anthony Gemma, asked.
"Yeah," Detective Alfred Georgiana answered. "Uniforms grabbed him trying to run from the stolen car. Piece of shit just dumped the body.” He lashed out, kicking Grey in the legs, causing him to recoil back, straining at the handcuffs, the fear rising in his face. None of the other detectives in the smoky squad room paid much attention, beyond a couple of chuckles.
"Get the line-up paperwork done and take him down to the cellblock until we're ready," the captain ordered. "No phone calls. Let the intake center deal with it."
Georgiana stood in front of Grey. "So, asshole, you like fucking white broads, huh?" slapping Grey across the face.
Grey looked up, his one good eye glaring. "I told you man, I had nothing to do with that girl. That uniform guy came running up to me and grabbed me. I was just sitting there, doin' nothin'."
"We'll see about that, asshole. We got witnesses put you there. You're going away for a long fucking time."
"I want a lawyer," Grey demanded.
The detective turned and smiled at his partner, "He wants a lawyer. You hear him? This piece of shit wants a lawyer," turning, he grabbed Grey by the throat. "And who's gonna pay for it, nigger. You
"All you need me to do…," Josh rested his chin in his hand. "Okay, let's say I pull the files and you find something, then what?"
"Then you'll help us won't you?" Chris answered.
Vera reached over, taking Josh's hand. Josh saw tears in her eyes. "Come on Josh, nobody understands searching for the truth more than you."
"How many times did you rehearse this?" Josh replied.
"Rehearse?" Vera smiled. "I would never do that, Josh."
"You might not, but she would," pointing at Chris.
"We need your help," Vera said.
Josh looked out at the river. Vera was right; the truth won my acquittal. He knew he had no choice, but it would come with a price.
"Okay, I'll pull the files. Give me a day or so."
"Told you the teary eyes would work," Vera said, laughing. "He's such a soft, sentimental type."
"Played by a couple of pros, wasn't I?" Josh said.
"You, my former protégé, are putty in our hands. That and your wife told us how."
"My wife conspired against me with the witches of Alpha Babes Investigations. So touching." Josh took a long drink as he looked at his two friends. I would do anything for them, no matter the cost.
Chapter 3
Thirty-Seven years ago
March 23, 1972
12:30 PM
East Providence, Rhode Island
Darnell Grey was an angry man.
Rubbing his fist, wiping off the blood, he stormed out of the Warren Avenue Shell station. He would not be back. The rage, taking control of him once again, made sure of it.
His wife would not be happy.
He wouldn't let them push him around. Nobody pushed him around. He'd find another goddamn job.
He knew he needed to control this anger. Yet the nightmares haunted him still. Sounds of the Ia Drang Valley echoed in his head, robbing him of sleep, depriving him of any sense of peace.
No one understood.
All they saw was an angry black man.
Darnell Grey was an angry man, with good reason.
Chapter 4
March 23, 1972
7:30 PM
Detectives Squad Room
Major Crimes
Providence Police Headquarters
Providence, Rhode Island
The two Providence detectives dragged Darnell Grey into the squad room. Pushing him onto a wooden bench, they handcuffed him to a pipe attached to the front. Old blood, sweat, and other unidentifiable stains covered the bench and wall.
Grey sagged in the seat, one eye swollen shut, dried blood on his cheeks. The side of his head a purplish-blotchy discoloration, hair matted down; his body wracked in shaking spasms of fear.
The lead detective, George Weslyan, went to his desk and started to type out the complaint forms.
"That the stovepipe that killed the girl?" the Detective Commander, Captain Anthony Gemma, asked.
"Yeah," Detective Alfred Georgiana answered. "Uniforms grabbed him trying to run from the stolen car. Piece of shit just dumped the body.” He lashed out, kicking Grey in the legs, causing him to recoil back, straining at the handcuffs, the fear rising in his face. None of the other detectives in the smoky squad room paid much attention, beyond a couple of chuckles.
"Get the line-up paperwork done and take him down to the cellblock until we're ready," the captain ordered. "No phone calls. Let the intake center deal with it."
Georgiana stood in front of Grey. "So, asshole, you like fucking white broads, huh?" slapping Grey across the face.
Grey looked up, his one good eye glaring. "I told you man, I had nothing to do with that girl. That uniform guy came running up to me and grabbed me. I was just sitting there, doin' nothin'."
"We'll see about that, asshole. We got witnesses put you there. You're going away for a long fucking time."
"I want a lawyer," Grey demanded.
The detective turned and smiled at his partner, "He wants a lawyer. You hear him? This piece of shit wants a lawyer," turning, he grabbed Grey by the throat. "And who's gonna pay for it, nigger. You
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