Seventy two hours later, the trio reentered Jake's room, only this time a visitor was already sitting in the room with Jake and his guard. A handsome hispanic gentleman, who was wearing a cream colored suit and matching snakeskin cowboy boots. He had a long ponytail hanging down his back and it was obvious by his build that he had spent a considerable amount of time in the weight room.
The three were laughing about a joke which involved something about a dwarf and three hookers with a big dildo.
Jake turned to the hispanic man. “Here they are.”
He walked to the government officials, his hand outstretched. “Welcome. My name is Enrique Martinez, the attorney for Mr. Morrow. Please sit,” he gestured towards their chairs.
Agent Foley cleared her throat. “Mr. Martinez, during our previous meeting with Mr. Morrow he suddenly decided that he would need some legal representation. Before we start again with our questioning we wish to reiterate that Mr. Morrow has not yet been charged with any crime. And that the gov....”
“No more questions.” Martinez smiled with perfect teeth at Agent Foley. She appeared suddenly flustered. “Excuse me?”
“My client has been unjustly accused by and convicted by the United States government for a crime he did not commit. Information was covered up and known witnesses, who were alive, were not called in his defense. This had been detailed in the media. An agent of the government then illegally released him from his incarceration in an attempt to involve my client in most likely some sort of illegal covert operations. Unfortunately, my clients memory has been damaged by his long fall off the Vincent Thomas bridge and he has no recollection of events leading up to his fall.”
Martinez leaned back in his chair and put his hand behind his head. “So there will be no more questions.”
Foley’s face was fire hydrant red. “Mr. Martinez,” she spat, “your client was involved in a shootout which resulted in the deaths of two people, one a federal agent, and a serious injury to a female bystander. Furthermore, at this time we have no accurate time table on just how long your client as been out of Leavenworth. But in the last several months, his uncle, a convicted murderer, was broken out of a Minnesota state prison, and the financial office of a United States navy ship was held up at gunpoint. Your client may very well have been involved in these crimes.”
Martinez’s booming laugh filled the room. “Do you have any evidence linking him to these crimes, Agent Foley?”
“Not directly,” she admitted, “at this time.”
The lawyer stood up. “Exactly as I thought.’” He unzipped his valise and pulled out three folders and handed one to Captain Putnam and the other to Agent Foley.
“This is a list of the requirements that my client is demanding of the U. S. government. Note I say demands, not requests. First, my client will need his discharge upgraded to an honorable discharge with full benefits restored. Second, all pay and allowances forfeited from the date of his conviction will be restored up until this date. Third, he will be paid a medical severance package for the injuries that have been sustained while under the custody of the United States government. And the final demand is that my client will receive a pardon from the government for any illegal activities that he may have been a part of up until this date.”
Martinez up looked at the JAG captain and the agent. Only this time he wasn’t smiling. “If you choose to not honor any or part of this agreement within twenty four hours, I will give the media full access to my client. This is a non negotiable issue. We will let them put the matter on trial.”
Foley looked like she was going to explode as she shoved the folder in her briefcase. “You’ll hear from us by tomorrow morning.” The trio started to make their way to the door.
“Oh, Captain. Excuse me,” Martinez called. Captain Putnam turned towards the attorney.
Martinez pointed at Agent Foley. “My client told me that you did not speak during your first meeting. And you didn’t speak during ours. So I was wondering. Can you talk or is she your ventriloquist?”
His booming laugh could be heard mocking them as they stormed down the hall.