A Desperate Situation
I found myself in a precarious position, facing a slew of charges that could potentially land me in hot water. Speeding, passing in a restricted area, driving negligently, and failing to stop for a police officer – the list went on. I knew I needed a lawyer, and fast. Luckily, I had a connection in town: my friend Kenny’s father, Milton, who ran a law office in the center of town.
A Prestigious Law Office
Milton’s office stood out among the brick storefronts, with its white facade and fake pillars giving it an air of sophistication. He was partners with his two brothers, Al and Bernie. I decided to meet with Bernie, the youngest of the three, who was physically imposing but had a more approachable demeanor.
A Solid Plan
Bernie listened intently as I recounted the events leading up to my arrest. He seemed to have a firm grasp on the case and presented a solid plan to get me off the hook. I was convinced – I hired him on the spot. With a hearing with the Clerk Magistrate just a week away, I had no time to waste.
An Unusual Request
The day before the hearing, Bernie called and asked me to pick him up from the office. He wanted me to drive, which struck me as odd, considering I was the one facing charges for reckless driving. Still, I was reassured by his faith in me. Or maybe he just didn’t want to drive himself…
A Productive Ride
Our drive to the court in Dedham was productive, with Bernie and I discussing the case and going over our strategy. But as we walked into the courtroom, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. The cop who had arrested me was waiting, looking every inch the part in his crisp uniform and spit-shined shoes.
A Heated Exchange
The hearing was intense, with the cop painting a damning picture of me as a reckless driver who had nearly hit an elderly woman. When it was my turn to speak, I told a different story – one of a quick-thinking driver who had narrowly avoided an accident. The Magistrate listened intently, his expression unreadable.
A Decision Looms
After hearing both sides, the Magistrate asked Bernie and me to leave the room while he deliberated with the cop. The wait was agonizing, as we knew that the Magistrate’s decision would determine whether this ordeal would end here or drag on to a criminal trial. The outcome was far from certain, and I could only hope that justice would prevail.
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