“Are you telling him to plead guilty, Burke?”
“No. I’m not. There will be no pleading tonight. You’ll be arraigned in the morning, Memo. And it sucks you have to spend the night here, but it’s local jail, not San Quentin. I mean, you’ll have a cell all to yourself, and, no, it’s not pleasant. But I promise, you’ll be safe.” Apparently, Burke could touch August, because he did. “He’ll be safe. Court convenes early Saturday morning every other week. If you were gonna get arrested, this was the week to do it. No one wants to be there, so I hear it goes pretty fast. If it was next week, last week, or Saturday afternoon, it’d be two nights here. You’ll plead guilty or not guilty at that hearing. Your call how, but I have some thinking to do. Maybe a phone call or two. You’ll likely be released
