Chapter 16
Jacksonville, FL
MONDAY MORNING, I hadn’t been at my desk more than an hour when the phone rang. It was the desk downstairs, letting me know that a lawyer wanted to talk to me.
“Send him up,” I said.
When he arrived at my office, the lawyer introduced himself as Alberto Ruiz, saying that he represented Janet’s husband.
“Have a seat, Mr. Ruiz,” I said, “and tell me what I can do for you.”
He sat down and came to the point, saying, “My client, Mr. Sanchez, is thinking of filing police brutality charges against you people.”
“Indeed?” I asked. “Why?”
“He says you guys roughed him up the other day.”
“Let’s go to the conference room next door. I have something to show you.”
I led him to the conference room, turned on the television set, and popped a DVD in the player. “Watch
