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In November 2010, Howard C. Samuels was presented with the Hollywood Arts Inspiration Award, by actress Tatum O'Neal, for his accomplishments in the drug treatment and recovery field.

Samuels received a Doctorate in Clinical Psychology from Antioch University in 1996. Two years later, he became a Marriage and Family Therapist (MFT), specializing in addiction, having studied at Ryokan College.

While studying to become a counselor in 1990, Samuels worked at the Promises Treatment Center in West Los Angeles, California, as a counselor. He later became the facility's program director. Additionally, he assisted in developing another branch of the facility in Malibu.

However, Samuels continued to abuse drugs and alcohol. In 1984, he was committed to his last substance abuse treatment center, The Phoenix House in New York. After spending a year there, he began to study to be a substance abuse counselor. Eventually he got a job working at the Phoenix House's branch in New York.

At age 17, Samuels was arrested for the first time on November 2, 1969, and charged with a Class A Misdemeanor for drug possession. Being a minor, he received court-ordered counseling at the county’s Youth Counsel Bureau. However, two years later, according to the New York Times, "Howard C. Samuels was arrested at Kennedy International Airport on October of 1971 with 10 bags of heroin in his possession."

Howard Christie Samuels (born March 29, 1952) is a licensed therapist who founded and was formerly the CEO of The Hills Treatment Center, a substance abuse treatment facility, in Los Angeles. He holds a Doctorate in Clinical Psychology and is a Marriage and Family Therapist, specializing in addiction. He is also a vocal opponent of the legalization of marijuana.

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The Outsider read online by Stephen King (Page 13)

From which I conclude that the subject's trip to Dubrow was probably an attempt to lay a false trail and confuse would-be pursuers. I believe the subject returned to Flint City, either with the help of an unknown accomplice or by hitchhiking. It is also possible that he simply stole a car. The Dubrow Police Department did not receive a single report of car theft from the neighborhoods adjacent to Vogel on the evening of July 10th. But as Mr. Camp says, the car could have been stolen from a long-term parking lot. In this case, her loss will be discovered only after a week, if not more. nine0003

CCTV footage of the long-term car park is also available and will be provided to the investigation if necessary, but the coverage area of ​​these cameras does not cover the entire area of ​​the car park. In addition, Mr. Camp says that these cameras often break down and will soon be completely replaced. I think it's better for us to investigate other lines for the time being.

Best regards,

lieutenant Y. Sablo

See attached files

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Howard Gold shook hands with Samuels and Detective Anderson. Then he peered through the glass at Terry Maitland in his Golden Dragons T-shirt and the lucky baseball cap he always wore to his team games. Terry sat with his shoulders squared and his head held high. The back is straight, the hands lie calmly on the table. He did not fidget, did not twitch, did not cast nervous glances around. And he didn't seem guilty at all, Ralph thought.

Gold finally turned back to Samuels. nine0003

“Speak,” he said, as if commanding a dog.

Nothing to say yet, Howard. Samuels absentmindedly stroked the tuft at the top of his head. He lay there for a second, then got up again. Ralph remembered Alfalfa's catchphrase, over which he and his brother giggled as children: Friends you meet only once in a lifetime, you meet only once in a lifetime . “Just let me tell you, it's not a mistake. And we didn't freak out.

What does Terry say?

"Nothing yet," Ralph said. nine0003

Gold turned to him, blue eyes flashing from behind round glasses.

- You don't understand, Anderson. I mean, not today. I know that he didn't say anything to you today, he must think. I mean, at the preliminary interrogation. He'll tell me anyway, so you don't have to make a secret out of it.

"There was no preliminary interrogation," Ralph said. And he absolutely should not have been ashamed of his decisions, not with the investigation, which took only four days. But Ralph still felt uncomfortable. Partly because Howie Gold called him by his last name, as if they'd never bought each other a beer at the Shawl across the street from the county courthouse. He suddenly had a completely ridiculous desire to say to Howie: Don't look at me, look at this guy next to me. It was he who pressed the gas.

— What?! Wait a minute. Wait, let me think.

Putting his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, Gold began to rock in place, from toe to heel, from heel to toe. Ralph had seen this more than once, in county and district courts, and now he mentally pulled himself together. When Howie Gold was cross-examined, it wasn't a pleasant experience. But Ralph never held a grudge against Howie. It was just a working moment, one of the necessary movements of the process dance. nine0003

— So you arrested him in front of two thousand spectators, without even giving him a chance to explain himself ?

Ralph said:

“You are an excellent defense lawyer, but even the Lord God himself could not get an acquittal for Maitland. By the way, there were at most one and a half thousand people at the stadium. Two thousand there will not fit with all the desire. The stands will collapse.

Gold ignored this poor attempt to defuse the situation. Now he looked at Ralph as if he were some new kind of insect. nine0003

— But he was arrested in a public place, at the moment, one might say, of his apotheosis…

— Apophygea, — Samuels smiled.

Gold ignored him too. He was still looking at Ralph.

- You could set up a hidden cordon of the stadium and arrest him at home after the match. But he was taken into custody in public, in front of his wife and daughters. It was a conscious decision. What got into you? Lord, what did find on you ?

Ralph felt his cheeks burning again. nine0003

— Do you really want to know, lawyer?

"Ralph," said Samuels, putting a warning hand on his shoulder.

Ralph shook his hand off.

- I was not present at the arrest. He sent two officers, while he waited by the car. Because I was afraid that I would strangle him with my bare hands right there in the stadium. Which would give you jobs. He took a step towards Gold, deliberately invading his personal space so that he would stop swaying in place. “He lured Frank Peterson into his car and drove him to Henley Park. Raped with a tree branch and killed. Wanna know how did he kill him?

— Ralph, this is confidential! Samuels squeaked.

Ralph ignored him.

- The preliminary examination established that he tore the boy's throat with his teeth . And perhaps ate the torn pieces. After that, he got so excited that he lowered his pants and filled all the boy's thighs with sperm. God knows, this is the most terrible, the most brutal, the most unthinkable murder of all that we have had to investigate. He probably had plans for a long time. You didn't see what was at the crime scene. Such a nightmare will not dream. And Terry Maitland did it all. nine0009 Trainer Tee . Who not so long ago touched my son's hands with his own hands when he showed how to hold a bow bat. He told me now. As if it takes the blame away from him.

Gold no longer looked at him as a rare insect. Now Howie had a face like he found in his yard an artifact left on Earth by space aliens. Ralph didn't care.

— You also have a son… Tommy, right? He is engaged in the children's football section, which is led by Terry. And you went there as a second coach just because your son plays there. Terry touched him too. And now you're going to protect him? nine0003

“Ralph, shut up now,” Samuels said.

Gold stopped swaying, but he was clearly not going to give up his positions and still looked at Ralph with almost anthropological interest.

“I didn’t even call him for a conversation…” he breathed. “I didn’t even interrogate. I never... Never ...

"Come on, Howie," Samuels said with mock cheerfulness. - You've seen everything. Many even twice.

“I need to talk to him,” Gold said curtly. “Turn off your recording crap and close the shutter. nine0003

"Good," said Samuels. You have fifteen minutes and then we will join you. Let's hear what the coach has to say.

Gold said:

- I need an hour, Mr. Samuels.

- Half an hour. Then we'll either record his confession - presumably the deciding factor between lethal injection and life imprisonment at McAlester - or he'll go to jail until Monday's trial. Choose. But if you think that this decision was easy for us, then you are mistaken. nine0003

Gold went to the door. Ralph swiped the card across the reader. The double lock clicked and the door opened. The lawyer entered the interrogation room. Ralph returned to the one-way mirror. Samuels tensed inwardly as Maitland rose to meet Gold, arms outstretched. But Maitland's face expressed only relief, without any aggression. He hugged Gold, who threw the briefcase on the table and hugged Maitland too.

"A big friendly hug," Samuels snapped. - How lovely. nine0003

Gold turned his head, as if he had heard his words, and pointed to the camera with a glowing red light.

“Turn it off,” came his voice from the speaker. And the sound too. And close the curtain.

The switches were located on the wall panel, next to the equipment for audio and video recording. Ralph flipped the levers. The red light on the camera in the interrogation room went out. Ralph nodded to Samuels, who closed the shutter on the viewing mirror. The rustle she made brought back unpleasant memories in Ralph. Three times, before Bill Samuels was appointed district attorney, Ralph was present at the execution of a death sentence in McAlester. There was exactly the same curtain (probably made by the same company!) on the window between the execution chamber and the examination room. It was opened when the witnesses entered the examination room, and closed when the doctor declared the death of the convict. She made the same annoying noise. nine0003

"I'm running down to Zawnee's for a hamburger for now," Samuels said. Too nervous and didn't have lunch. Do you want to take something?

- Take a coffee. No milk, one serving of sugar.

Are you sure? I've tried coffee at Zouni's. They don't call it the "Black Death" for nothing.

"I'll take the risk," said Ralph.

- Good. I'll be back in fifteen minutes. If they manage before, don't start without me.

They won't start without him, there's no doubt about it. It was already clear that Bill Samuels was now running the show. That's good, Ralph decided. May all the glory go to Samuels, if there is any glory to speak of in such a terrible case. Ralph sat down in a chair next to the copier, which hummed softly in sleep mode. Looking at the drawn curtain, he tried to imagine what Terry Maitland was talking about with his lawyer, what kind of alibi he was making up. nine0003

Read online The Outsider by Stephen King - LitRes, page 4

Detective Anderson: How was he dressed?

Bolton: Jeans, yellow shirt. On the belt there is a buckle in the form of a horse's head. Expensive sneakers. I remember this because the sneakers were really cool. Obviously not cheap.

Detective Anderson: Were you the only one who saw him at the club?

Bolton: No, I saw him waving as he walked towards the exit. Two or three people. I do not know who it was, and it is unlikely that you will find them, because not everyone admits that they visit such establishments. So it goes. I was not surprised that he was recognized. Terry is kind of a celebrity. A couple of years ago, they even gave him some kind of award, I saw in the newspaper. Flint City is just called the City, but in general it is a small town where almost everyone knows everyone, at least in person. And anyone who has sons with any sort of athletic flair knows Coach Tee in the baseball or football section. nine0003

Detective Anderson: Thank you, Claude. You helped me a lot.

Bolton: I remember something else. It seems to be nonsense, but generally dumb, if he really killed that boy.

Detective Anderson: I'm listening.

Bolton: It was an accident. He was heading to the exit to find a taxi, right? And I held out my hand to him and said: “I want to thank you, coach, for everything you have done for Tony's nephews. They're good guys, but a bit rambunctious, maybe because their parents are getting divorced. With you, they were doing business, otherwise they would have been hanging around the city and would definitely have run into trouble. He seems surprised. Because at first he recoiled, but then he nevertheless shook my hand. His handshake was firm. See this scratch on my arm? He accidentally hit me with his pinky nail. The wound had already healed, and it was trifling, but for a second I remembered my drug addict days. nine0003

Detective Anderson: Why?

Bolton: Some guys - usually Hell's Angels or Devil's Apostles - deliberately grow a long fingernail on their pinky. I have seen such nails myself. Cooler than those emperors in ancient China. Some bikers even decorate them with emblems and skulls. And they call it a cocaine nail.

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After his arrest at the baseball game, Ralph no longer had the opportunity to play the good cop in the good cop/bad cop scenario, so he just stood leaning against the wall in the interrogation room and listened silently. He braced himself for more reproachful looks, but Terry only glanced at him, completely expressionless, and focused his attention on Bill Samuels, who sat down in one of the three chairs on the other side of the table. nine0003

Looking at Samuels, Ralph began to understand why he had risen to such heights so quickly. As they both stood on the other side of the mirror, the DA just looked a little shabby for his position. Now, sitting across from rapist and murderer Frank Peterson, Samuels looked even younger, like an intern at a law firm assigned (perhaps because of a jumble of paperwork) to interrogate a hardened criminal. Even the funny tuft on the top of his head only added credibility to his image of an inexperienced youngster who sincerely rejoices at the fact that he was entrusted with a real job. You can tell me anything, his wide, interested eyes said. Because I will believe you. This is my first time playing with the big guys and I don't know anything. nine0003

"Hello, Mr. Maitland," Samuels said. “I work for the district attorney's office.

Not a bad start , Ralph thought. You are the District Attorney's Office .

"You're just wasting your time," Terry said. I won't say anything until my lawyer arrives. I can only say that in the near future you will face a big trial for unjustified arrest.

- I understand that you are upset. In such a situation, everyone will be upset. We might be able to sort things out right now. Can you tell me what you were doing at the time Peterson was killed? Last Tuesday afternoon. If you've been somewhere else, then...

“Yes, I was somewhere else,” Terry interrupted. “But before discussing this with you, I want to discuss everything with my lawyer. His name is Howard Gold. When he arrives, I want to talk to him face to face. As I understand it, this is my right? Because, under the presumption of innocence, I'm innocent of anything until proven otherwise?

Quickly he pulled himself together , Ralph thought. Not every hardened criminal can do this.

"That's right," said Samuels. – But if you are innocent…

- Don't even try, Mr. Samuels. They didn't bring me here because you're a nice guy.

"I'm actually a nice guy," Samuels answered quite seriously. “If there is a mistake here, I am as interested as you are in correcting it.

“Your tuft is sticking out on the top of your head,” Terry remarked. “Something must be done about him. Otherwise, you look like Alfalfa from the old comedies that I watched as a child.

Ralph didn't laugh, of course, but the corner of his mouth did twitch. There was nothing he could do about it. nine0003

Momentarily unsettled, Samuels ran a hand up the top of his head, smoothing his topknot. He lay down for a second, then rose again.

- Are you sure you don't want to clear things up right now? Samuels leaned forward. His sincere expression clearly indicated that Terry was making a big mistake.

"I'm sure," Terry replied. And I'm sure I'll sue you. I don’t even know what compensation can be for what you did today - and not only to me, but to my wife and children - but I will find out. nine0003

Samuels sat in the same position for a couple more seconds - leaning forward, looking at Terry point-blank with sincere hope in his eyes - then abruptly stood up. His gaze hardened.

- All right, Mr. Maitland. You can talk to your lawyer, it's your right. No listening. No audio or video recording. We'll even draw the curtain. If you hurry, we will finish today. I have to get up early for golf tomorrow.

Terry seemed to misheard.

– Golf? nine0010

- He is the best. A game in which you need to drive a small ball into the hole. I'm not good at golf, but I'm good at this game, Mr Maitland. And the honorable Mr. Gold will confirm that we can keep you in custody without charge for forty-eight hours. But it's unlikely to be needed. If we do not find out anything, then on Monday morning there will be a trial at which you will be formally charged. By then, your arrest will be on the news all over the state, and reporters will be attending the trial. I'm sure the photographers will try to capture you in a favorable light. nine0003

With his presumably last word, Samuels stalked out (Ralph thought Terry's remark about the tuft had offended him after all). But before he opened the door, Terry said:

- Listen, Ralph.

Ralph turned around. Terry was absolutely calm, which in the circumstances can be considered an outstanding achievement. Or not. Sometimes real sociopaths show unbreakable calm after the initial shock. Ralph has experienced this before.

- I won't discuss anything until Howie arrives, but I'll tell you something anyway.

- We are listening to you. Samuels tried very hard not to show his impatience, but his face changed when he heard Terry's next words:

- Derek had the best drag bow I've ever trained.

"Don't," Ralph said. He himself could hear the fury quivering in his voice like a vibrato. - Let's not talk about it. I don't want to hear you say my son's name. Not here, not now, never. nine0003

Terry nodded.

– I understand. I, too, you know, did not want to be taken into custody in front of my wife, daughters and thousands of other people, many of whom are my neighbors. So just be patient and listen. You treated me nasty, so listen.

Ralph opened the door, but Samuels touched his shoulder, shook his head, and pointed to the corner where the red light of the video camera was on. Ralph closed the door and turned back to Terry, arms crossed over his chest. He had no doubt that Terry's revenge for his public arrest would be rather painful, but Samuels was right. It is better for the suspect to speak than to shut up and remain silent until the arrival of his lawyer. Word for word, one for another, and there, you see, something will flash by. nine0003

Terry said:

- When Derek was in Little League, he was pretty much the smallest. Four feet ten inches, maybe eleven. I saw him afterwards—to tell you the truth, last year I tried to get him on our City Youth League team—and he had already grown about six inches. By the end of school, he will be taller than you, you can be sure.

Ralph was silent.

- Such a little kid - and he was never afraid to take a bat and go to the base. But many are afraid. But Derek himself was eager to fight and even stood up against the guys who threw the ball as God would put it on his soul. Several times he flew great, but he did not retreat. nine0003

Yes, that's true. Ralph saw bruises on his son's body after some matches: on the thigh, on the buttock, on the arm, on the shoulder. Once even on the back of the head. These bruises were driving Janet crazy, and it didn't comfort her at all that Derek, as expected, played in a helmet; every time Derek stepped into the batter's position, she clutched at Ralph's arm, scratching her skin with her nails, in fear that her only son would one day get hit between the eyes and fall into a coma. Ralph assured her it wouldn't happen, but he was just as happy as Jenny when Derek decided tennis was better for him. The balls are softer there. nine0003

Terry leaned forward and even smiled slightly.

- Small kids like that usually get the walkie team - which is exactly what I was hoping for today when I fielded Trevor Michaels to bat - but Derek wasn't one of those. He threw himself at everything. To the right, to the left, overhead, into the ground - he still waved the bat. The team called him Mill Anderson, then changed it to Soap Dish, and the nickname stuck. Well, for a while.

“Very interesting,” said Samuels. “But maybe we should talk about Frank Peterson?” nine0003

Terry never took his eyes off Ralph.

– In short, I realized that you won’t get a walk from him, and I decided to teach him bantu. Many boys of his age - ten or eleven years old - do not risk hitting with a bow. Well, I mean, they understand how it's done, but they don't want to push the bat forward, especially if the pitcher knows his stuff. After all, it can get on the fingers, and this is oh, how unpleasant. But not Derek. Courage to your boyfriend just does not hold. In addition, he also wears like crazy, and many times it happened that I asked him to perform a “dead” bow, and he ended up taking a hit for the base. nine0003

Ralph didn't nod or show any interest at all, but he knew what Terry was talking about. He saw these bows and himself yelled like a catechumen when his son rushed across the field, as if pecked by a roasted rooster.

- The main thing was to teach him to put the bat at the right angle, - said Terry, holding his hands out in front of him for clarity. Dried mud remained on the palms, apparently from training before today's match. “Point it to the left and the ball goes to third base. Mow to the right - to the first. You don’t have to carry the bat far, most often there is no benefit from this, just hand the ball to the pitcher on a silver platter. Just in the last fraction of a second you need to push it a little - and you're done. He quickly grasped the idea. The guys stopped calling him Soapbox and gave him a new nickname. When, towards the end of the game, one of ours occupied first or third base, the opponents understood that he would drop the ball. No antics - as soon as the pitcher finished throwing, the bat was already flying through the base, and the whole bench - and Gavin and I - were yelling: “Come on, Derek! Press!” That's what they called him all year after winning the district championship, Press-Anderson. Did you know about it? nine0003

No, Ralph didn't know. Maybe because such things are not taken out of the team. But he knew that Derek had grown a lot that summer. He began to laugh more and linger for a long time with the guys after the matches instead of immediately trudging to the car with his head bowed.

- He did everything on his own - he trained like hell until he started to succeed - but it was I who persuaded him to try. - Terry hesitated and added quietly: - And you treated me like that. In front of everyone.

Ralph felt his cheeks burning. He opened his mouth to answer, but Samuels led him out of the room, nearly pushed him out the door. On the threshold, Samuels paused for a moment and called over his shoulder:

“It wasn’t Ralph who treated you like this, Maitland. This is how you treated yourself.

When they stood again at the one-way mirror in the next room, Samuels asked if Ralph was all right.

"I'm fine," Ralph replied. His cheeks were still burning. nine0003

- These guys know how to get into your soul. Not all, of course. But there are masters. You know yourself, don't you?

- Yes.

- And do you know it's him? I have never had a case where everything is so transparent and obvious.

That's what worries me , Ralph thought. It didn't bother me before, but now it does. I know that Samuels is right, and yet something is bothering me.

– Did you pay attention to his hands? Ralph asked. – When he showed how he taught Derek how to hold a bat, did you see his hands? nine0003

- Well, yes. What's wrong with them?

"There are no long nails on the little fingers," said Ralph. Not on the right hand, not on the left.

Samuels shrugged his shoulders:

- Maybe he cut them off. Are you sure you're all right?

“Yes,” said Ralph. “It's just that I…”

The door between the administrative offices and the detention ward hummed and swung open. The man walking quickly down the hallway was dressed casually in old jeans and a T-shirt with the Texas Christian University logo, a horned frog, but the square briefcase in his hands immediately betrayed the lawyer. nine0003

"Hi, Bill," he said. “Hello to you too, Detective Anderson. Which one of you can explain to me why you arrested the honorary citizen who was chosen Man of the Year in Flint City in 2015? Is this just a bug that we will quickly fix now, or are you completely out of your mind here?

Howard Gold arrived at the station.

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To: District Attorney William Samuels

Flint City Police Chief Rodney Geller

Sheriff of the district Flint Richard Dulin

Captain Avery Rudolf, department No. 7 of the state

Detective Ralph Anderson, police department Flint City

from whom Yunel Sablo, branch No. 7 of the Police of the state

Date: Jul 13

Subject: Vogel Junction, Dubrow

At the request of OP Samuels and Detective Anderson, today, July 13, I arrived at the Vogel Junction at 2:30 pm. Vogel is the main ground transportation hub in the southern part of the state, home to the stations of the three largest bus passenger companies (Greyhound, Trailways and Mid-State), as well as the train station and a number of car rental agencies (Herz) , Avis, Enterprise, Alamo). Since there are CCTV cameras in all areas of the transport hub, I went straight to the security department, where I was met by Michael Camp, Vogel's head of security. He had been warned and had already prepared everything. Recordings from CCTV cameras are stored for 30 days, and the database is fully computerized, which gave me the opportunity to review the recordings from 16 cameras taken on the evening of July 10th. nine0003

According to Mr. Clinton Ellenquist, Flint City Taxi Depot dispatcher, who was on duty on the evening of July 10, driver Iva Rainwater called at 9:30 pm to say she had taken the passenger to the spot. The night train to Dallas, which Ms. Rainwater testified was supposed to take the subject of the current investigation, arrived at the station at 9:50 pm. Passengers got off the train to platform 3. Boarding of new passengers, on the same platform 3, began at 21:57. The train left at 22:12. The time is set accurately, as the arrivals and departures of trains are noted by the computer. nine0003

Mr. Camp and I reviewed the footage from all 16 cameras taken on July 10 from 9:00 pm (to be on the safe side) to 11:00 pm, about another 50 minutes after the Dallas-Fort Worth train left. I saved copies of all the fragments of interest to me on my iPad and will provide them along with a detailed report, but due to the urgency and emergency nature of the situation (according to OP Samuels), I consider it necessary to briefly report the most basic:

21:33: The object of observation is included to the railway station building through the northern entrance, where taxi drivers usually drop off passengers. Passes through the lobby. Yellow shirt, blue jeans. There is no luggage. His face is clearly visible in the footage for 2-4 seconds as he looks at the large digital clock display (still footage sent to OP Samuels and Detective Anderson's email addresses). nine0003

21:35: Subject stops at the newsstand in the center of the main lobby. Buys a book with a cover, pays in cash. The title of the book is not visible, the kiosk does not remember, but you can try to find out if you need to. This footage shows a horse head belt buckle (still footage sent to OP Samuels and Detective Anderson's email addresses).

9:39 pm: The facility exits the train station on Montrose Avenue (south entrance). This entrance, although open to the public, is primarily used by Vogel's employees, as there is a staff car park on the other side of the building. It has two surveillance cameras. The object was not recorded in the footage from these cameras, but when looking at it, Mr. Camp and I both noticed a shadow slithering from the side. Perhaps it was our object, heading to the right, towards the service path. nine0003

The subject did not purchase a ticket for the Dallas to Fort Worth train, either at the station's box office, ticket machines, cash or credit card. Having reviewed the footage from the camera on platform 3 several times, I can state with a high degree of certainty that the object did not go to the platform and did not board the train.

From which I infer that the subject's trip to Dubrow was probably an attempt to lay a false trail and confuse would-be pursuers. I believe the subject returned to Flint City, either with the help of an unknown accomplice or by hitchhiking. It is also possible that he simply stole a car. The Dubrow Police Department did not receive a single report of car theft from the neighborhoods adjacent to Vogel on the evening of July 10th. But as Mr. Camp says, the car could have been stolen from a long-term parking lot. In this case, her loss will be discovered only after a week, if not more. nine0003

CCTV footage of the long-term car park is also available and will be provided to the investigation if necessary, but the coverage area of ​​these cameras does not cover the entire area of ​​the car park. In addition, Mr. Camp says that these cameras often break down and will soon be completely replaced. I think it's better for us to investigate other lines for the time being.

Best regards,

lieutenant Y. Sablo

See attached files

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Howard Gold shook hands with Samuels and Detective Anderson. Then he peered through the glass at Terry Maitland in his Golden Dragons T-shirt and the lucky baseball cap he always wore to his team matches. Terry sat with his shoulders squared and his head held high. The back is straight, the hands lie calmly on the table. He did not fidget, did not twitch, did not cast nervous glances around. And he didn't seem guilty at all, Ralph thought.

Gold finally turned back to Samuels. nine0003

“Speak,” he said, as if commanding a dog.

- Nothing to say yet, Howard. Samuels absentmindedly stroked the tuft at the top of his head. He lay there for a second, then got up again. Ralph remembered Alfalfa's catchphrase, over which he and his brother giggled as children: Friends you meet only once in a lifetime, you meet only once in a lifetime . Let me just say it's not a mistake. And we didn't freak out.

- What does Terry say?

“Nothing yet,” Ralph said. nine0003

Gold turned to him, blue eyes flashing from behind round glasses.

You don't understand, Anderson. I mean, not today. I know that he didn't say anything to you today, he must think. I mean, at the preliminary interrogation. He'll tell me anyway, so you don't have to make a secret out of it.

"There was no pre-interrogation," Ralph said. And he absolutely should not have been ashamed of his decisions, not with the investigation, which took only four days. But Ralph still felt uncomfortable. Partly because Howie Gold called him by his last name, as if they'd never bought each other a beer at the Shawl across the street from the county courthouse. He suddenly had a completely ridiculous desire to say to Howie: Don't look at me, look at this guy next to me. It was he who pressed the gas.

- What?! Wait a minute. Wait, let me think.

Putting his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, Gold began to rock in place, from toe to heel, from heel to toe. Ralph had seen this more than once, in county and district courts, and now he mentally pulled himself together. When Howie Gold was cross-examined, it wasn't a pleasant experience. But Ralph never held a grudge against Howie. It was just a working moment, one of the necessary movements of the process dance. nine0003

– So you arrested him in front of two thousand spectators, without even giving him a chance to explain himself ?

Ralph said:

“You are an excellent defense lawyer, but even the Lord God himself could not get an acquittal for Maitland. By the way, there were at most one and a half thousand people at the stadium. Two thousand there will not fit with all the desire. The stands will collapse.

Gold ignored this poor attempt to defuse the situation. Now he looked at Ralph as if he were some new kind of insect. nine0003

– But he was arrested in a public place, at the moment, one might say, of his apotheosis…

– Apophygea, – Samuels smiled.

Gold ignored him too. He was still looking at Ralph.

- You could set up a hidden cordon of the stadium and arrest him at home after the match. But he was taken into custody in public, in front of his wife and daughters. It was a conscious decision. What got into you? Lord, what did find on you ?

Ralph felt his cheeks burning again. nine0003

- Do you really want to know, lawyer?

"Ralph," said Samuels, putting a warning hand on his shoulder.

Ralph shook his hand off.

- I was not present at the arrest. He sent two officers, while he waited by the car. Because I was afraid that I would strangle him with my bare hands right there in the stadium. Which would give you jobs. He took a step towards Gold, deliberately invading his personal space so that he would stop swaying in place. “He lured Frank Peterson into his car and drove him to Henley Park. Raped with a tree branch and killed. Wanna know how did he kill him?

- Ralph, this is confidential! Samuels squeaked.

Ralph ignored him.

- Preliminary examination established that he tore the boy's throat with his teeth . And perhaps ate the torn pieces. After that, he got so excited that he lowered his pants and filled all the boy's thighs with sperm. God knows, this is the most terrible, the most brutal, the most unthinkable murder of all that we have had to investigate. He probably had plans for a long time. You didn't see what was at the crime scene. Such a nightmare will not dream. And Terry Maitland did it all. nine0009 Trainer Tee . Who not so long ago touched my son's hands with his own hands when he showed how to hold a bow bat. He told me now. As if it takes the blame away from him.

Gold no longer looked at him as a rare insect. Now Howie had a face like he found in his yard an artifact left on Earth by space aliens. Ralph didn't care.

– You also have a son… Tommy, right? He is engaged in the children's football section, which is led by Terry. And you went there as a second coach just because your son plays there. Terry touched him too. And now you're going to protect him? nine0003

“Ralph, shut up now,” Samuels said.

Gold stopped swaying, but he was clearly not going to give up his positions and still looked at Ralph with almost anthropological interest.

“I didn’t even call him for a conversation…” he breathed out. “I didn’t even interrogate. I never… Never …

“Come on, Howie,” Samuels said with mock cheerfulness. - You saw everything. Many even twice.

“I need to talk to him,” Gold said curtly. “Turn off your recording crap and close the shutter. nine0003

"Good," said Samuels. You have fifteen minutes and then we will join you. Let's hear what the coach has to say.

Gold said:

- I need an hour, Mr. Samuels.

- Half an hour. Then we'll either record his confession - presumably the deciding factor between lethal injection and life imprisonment at McAlester - or he'll go to jail until Monday's trial. Choose. But if you think that this decision was easy for us, then you are mistaken. nine0003

Gold went to the door. Ralph swiped the card across the reader. The double lock clicked and the door opened. The lawyer entered the interrogation room. Ralph returned to the one-way mirror. Samuels tensed inwardly as Maitland rose to meet Gold, arms outstretched. But Maitland's face expressed only relief, without any aggression. He hugged Gold, who threw the briefcase on the table and hugged Maitland too.

"A big friendly hug," Samuels snapped. - How lovely. nine0003

Gold turned his head, as if he had heard his words, and pointed to the camera with a glowing red light.

“Turn it off,” came his voice from the speaker. And the sound too. And close the curtain.

The switches were located on the wall panel, next to the equipment for audio and video recording. Ralph flipped the levers. The red light on the camera in the interrogation room went out. Ralph nodded to Samuels, who closed the shutter on the viewing mirror. The rustle she made brought back unpleasant memories in Ralph. Three times, before Bill Samuels was appointed district attorney, Ralph was present at the execution of a death sentence in McAlester. There was exactly the same curtain (probably made by the same company!) on the window between the execution chamber and the examination room. It was opened when the witnesses entered the examination room, and closed when the doctor declared the death of the convict. She made the same annoying noise. nine0003

"I'm running down to Zawnee's for a hamburger for now," Samuels said. “I was too nervous and didn’t have lunch. Do you want to take something?

- Take a coffee. No milk, one serving of sugar.

Are you sure? I've tried coffee at Zouni's. They don't call it the "Black Death" for nothing.

"I'll take the risk," said Ralph.

- Good. I'll be back in fifteen minutes. If they manage before, don't start without me.

They won't start without him, there's no doubt about it. It was already clear that Bill Samuels was now running the show. That's good, Ralph decided. May all the glory go to Samuels, if there is any glory to speak of in such a terrible case. Ralph sat down in a chair next to the copier, which hummed softly in sleep mode. Looking at the drawn curtain, he tried to imagine what Terry Maitland was talking about with his lawyer, what kind of alibi he was making up. nine0003

Ralph caught himself thinking about the huge Indian woman who had picked Maitland up from the Gentlemen for You club and taken him to the train station in Dubrow. I coach the Prairie Basketball League at Youth Christian Association, she said. Maitland often came to our matches, sat with his parents in the stands, watched the kids play. He told me he was looking for talent for his City Youth League...

She knew him, and he must have known her too. A colorful lady of such dimensions is hard to forget. And yet, in a taxi, he called her "ma'am." Why? Because he remembered her face, but did not remember her name? Possibly, but somehow unlikely. Willow Rainwater is a catchy name. nine0003

“Well, he was stressed out,” Ralph muttered, either to himself or to the dormant copier. “Besides…

Another memory came up, and with it an explanation of why Maitland had called Iva 'ma'am.' This last explanation pleased Ralph much better. His younger brother Johnny (they were three years apart) didn't know how to play hide-and-seek at all. Often he simply ran into the bedroom and threw a blanket over his head, arguing something like this: if I don’t see Ralphie, then Ralphie doesn’t see me either. Could it be that a person who had just committed a murder resorted to this childish “magic”? nine0009 If I don't know you, then you don't know me either . The logic is completely insane, yes, but the crime was not the most common. Only a fool could do such a thing. And then that explains a lot. For example, why Maitland thought he could get away with anything and returned to Flint City, where almost everyone knew him.

But there was also Carlton Scowcroft's testimony. Ralph vividly imagined Howie Gold picking up a pen and underlining a key passage in Scowcroft's testimony as he prepared his final speech in court. Possibly stealing the idea from lawyer OJ Simpson. nine0009 If the glove doesn't fit him, then he needs to be acquitted , said Johnny Cochran. Since he didn't know, he should be let go , Gold might say.

Of course it won't work. This is a completely different case, and yet...

According to Scowcroft, Maitland attributed the blood on his face and clothes to a nosebleed. Like, it happens to him. Gushing like a geyser said Terry. Is there an infirmary around here somewhere?

Except Terry Maitland has lived in Flint City all his life except for four years of college. Why does he need signs to get to the hospital? Why did he even ask where the hospital was? He himself should have known. nine0003

Samuels returned with a foil-wrapped hamburger, Coke and a paper cup of coffee for Ralph.

– Is it still quiet here?

- Yeah. They have twenty more minutes, by my watch. When they're done, I'll still try to get him to get a DNA swab.

Samuels unwrapped the hamburger and cautiously lifted the top bun.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Looks like the samples paramedics scrape off burnt bodies. But he still started eating. nine0003

Ralph thought maybe he should tell Samuels about Terry's conversation with Willow Rainwater and Terry's odd question about the infirmary, but he didn't.

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