March 1, 2010.
“Hey, buddy, what are you doing in the evidence room?”, the sergent asked Marco.
Marco started to run, but ran into another officer emerging from the bathroom and fell to his face. At that point, the baggie he was carrying fell to the floor. “Hmm, taking evidence from the Jenkins case file, the screws to the motor mounts and the photos of the motor mounts. Looks like you’re going to be doin’ some time.” Marco was led to an interrogation room and handcuffed to the chair. After sitting there about an hour stewing, when Detective Black ambled in. “Well son, you’re in a whole lot of trouble. Let’s see attempted theft of government property, and carrying a concealed weapon in a police station, for starters. I understand you were told your rights before you got put in here. That you’re under arrest and your right to counsel and to keep your trap shut. Is that right, son?” “Yeah, but I got a permit for that gun”, Marco replied. The detective chuckled, “I know, but it still doesn’t allow you to carry it concealed into a police station. Now, I suspect if I start digging around in your finances and start digging around in your life, that I’ll find enough connections between you and the younger Mr. Jenkins that I’ll be able to add the charge of conspiracy to obstruct justice and accessory to attempted murder. That means about 25 years in prison instead of five unless you want to play ball and tell me who put you up to this little game.” Marco looked at the ground for a moment, “no, I’ll tell you what I know about Jenkins and about his wanting to kill his old man, too, if you’ll cut me some slack.” The detective smiled the slid a yellow pad across the table, “write it up for me to show the D.A.” After meeting with the D.A., they decided to let him plead to simple petty theft and thirty days in jail if he gave truthful testimony against Junior.
Later that afternoon, Detective Black, the D.A. and the lawyer for Junior met. Your client stepped in it big time and gave the statement from Marco to the attorney. “Look, we can try this and send your guy up for 50 years to life. But, your father has asked us to give your client some leniency and he was the target. So, we have a one time thirty minute offer for you. 20 years at a minimum security prison.”
About twenty minutes later the lawyer emerged and said, ‘we have a deal”.
March 2, 2010.
Jack, Sr. had put Sally and her kids up in a nice condo in the same school district so that they would not have the trauma of changing schools mid year. It also allowed Sally to be sure that a life with Jack is what she wanted and what her kids wanted, and allowed Jack some time to make sure that he wanted Sally. They had continued to see each other every day and he got to know her kids. At first they were a bit skiddish about this new man. But after several candy bribes, and several trips to the ice cream parlor, they came around. They clearly saw that he was not mean like their daddy. As Jack pulled up to Sally’s condo, two shots rang out.