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At the moment, there wasn’t a lot for me to do on Jerome’s case. Roger was drafting some kind of ass-kicking Motion to Preserve Evidence from the State Attorney Because He’s a Cheating Bastard, or whatever he’d end up titling the thing. The goal was to get access to all previous fingerprint analysis and perform additional comparisons on the gun cartridges, but worst case scenario (if the evidence had already disappeared), at least it would get all of our allegations of wrongdoing on the record. It also ensured that Jerome could raise the issue on appeal, should things go badly at trial, which still seemed a strong possibility. I’d file the motion in person for Roger sometime on Friday.
Friday morning would start with me picking up Dr. Finch at the Tallahassee airport way too early and
