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"Who?"
The air conditioner orking hard, but s off the bed and sat on the edge
"Merodie Davies," the voice said "I understand you were present when the police arrived at Ms Davies’s hoain?"
"G K Bonalay, her attorney Were you present?"
"I was there"
"I understand you attempted to intervene when Officer Baumbach assaulted Ms Davies"
"I wouldn’t say ‘assault’ exactly, but, yeah, I did that"
"Mr McKenzie, I am told that Officer Baumbach arrested you and held you prisoner in the Anoka Public Safety Center for thirty-five hours without charging you because you intervened Is that correct?"
"Ms--Bonalay, did you say?"
"G K Bonalay"
"My arrest was off the books How did you hear about it?"
"Is it true?"
"Yes"
"Mr McKenzie, can we meet?"
"For what purpose?"
Her reply didn’t sound lawyerly at all
"I’uys," she said
I didn’t hesitate I should have I should have disconnected my phone I should have left town I should have done a lot of things Instead, I said, "When and where?"
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G K Bonalay was having a good day She tolds was sentenced to eighteen uilty to one count of possession He could have earned ten years, probably should have, but she had h that the Hennepin County attorney cut her client soiddy with success ‘Course, it’s precisely because of deals like that that most cops have such a low opinion of defense attorneys I’o to the fact that they’re a necessary evil Besides, if they, the cops, prosecutor, jury, and judge all do their jobs properly, everybody gets exactly what they deserve--the bad guys go to prison, the good guys go hoet reduced sentences
There was a lot of feline in G K, in the easy grace of her reen eyes I noticed it i to the second-story loft of the Dunn Bros coffeehouse on Third Avenue in don Minneapolis She estion, not a reality She seeirl, albeit a well-dressed one--red equestrian-style jacket, black pleated skirt, and black hose and pu filled witha heavy leather briefcase in the other The loft was empty except for a man and woman, both dressed in suits, who sat across fro low, their foreheads nearly touching, so it wasn’t hard to picka French vanilla IceCre me" She set down her drink and briefcase and offered her hand It was soft "I’"
"Not at all"