Chapter 32
Atlanta, GA
Charles
MONDAY MORNING, AS soon as the judge had taken her seat, I was on my feet and said, “May we approach the bench, Your Honor?”
“You may.”
Mark and I walked up to stand in front of her, and Craig Wetherbee and Tom Shields followed us.
“Yes, Mr. Barnett?” she said.
“Your Honor, I acquired a rather special piece of evidence over the weekend. I think we need to talk about it in chambers, if we may.”
“What kind of evidence?”
“It is an excerpt from a legal wiretap, provided me by an FBI agent.”
“What has the FBI got to do with this case?” Wetherbee said.
“It’s not from this case but from an unrelated matter. However, the tape itself bears directly on this case.”
Wetherbee started to object, but the judge cut him off, saying, “All right, Mr. Barnett, I wil
