The Rose Conspiracy
“District Judge Robert Templeton, J.D. Blackstone was seated in one of the large red-leather chairs across from the judge’s expansive mahogany desk. Julia, as co-counsel, was seated next to him.
On the other side, also facing the judge, was Henry Hartz, along with another assistant federal prosecutor.
In two chairs in the far corner of the room were FBI special agent Johnson and DC Detective Victor Cheski.
It was Blackstone’s first day with his shoulder out of the sling. It was stiff, but he tried not to show it.
“Client not here?” the judge said with a measure of dissatisfaction.
“No, Your Honor,” Blackstone replied. “My client has signed a waiver. I’ve filed it with the clerk.”
“Yes, I know,” the judge said, still perturbed. “I’ve read it. But I can’t imagine a client in a death penalty case just choosing not to show up. Can you?”
“I’m not in a position, Your Honor, to detail our attorney-client conversations.”
“I’m not asking you to,” the judge snapped.
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