Murder Without Death
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Then Horn plied me with more piercing humor: “Wouldn’t it be ironic for you to go to prison for destroying a search warrant for your son which we introduced as evidence, knowing it was invalid; and your son goes to prison because the one person who can prove it’s invalid lies and conceals it.” He followed with a cynical laugh.
I had heard enough. I stood and walked to the door. Horn stopped me; I didn’t turn around: “Brace yourself, Jack. Be ready for anything. It could happen any minute.”
It happened the next day.
Thoughts of the terrible burden my teenage son was having to bear filled my mind, so I paid little attention to the vehicles about me until a Carrollton police car raced by in the opposite direction. Chief of Police Jack Bell’s sneering face was clearly visible as it passed. Through the rearview mirror I saw him frantically signal a brown car behind. Both stopped. The whirling blue light on top of
I got out slowly, closed the door, and waited as Goddard’s scowling face approached. Behind him was
“You’re under arrest,” snarled Goddard. He grabbed my right arm, whirled me around and shoved me against the back quarter of my car. “Keep your hands on the car,” he barked, then kicked my feet apart and away from the car. “Don’t move.”
A shake-down search followed: chest, waist, legs and ankles. Over the trunk of the car I saw familiar faces watching in silent amazement. Pounding anger filled my chest.
The search completed, Goddard whirled me around. There was a cruel look of satisfaction in his eye. He slowly read the Miranda rights from a small card, spitting out each word loudly, then cast a warning glance at the gathered crowd. He then shoved me toward the brown car. A push launched me into the caged back seat.
At the County Jail Goddard read the arrest warrant: “You are under arrest, charged with hindering the apprehension of a criminal, one Edwin Birge.” He looked up, grinned slyly and added: “Doc, you’re going to prison, and your boy with you.”
Somehow I didn’t shout. Somehow I didn’t scream or curse or strike that one-eyed son of a bitch. Somehow I didn’t utter a word, even though I wanted to do all of those things. All I could do was say: “Some day you’ll pay for this, you dirty, crooked bastard.” I said it with my eyes.
An hour later bond was set. Leaving the
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This book is about a small town country doctor who discovered that hospital funds were being stolen and excessive prices were being paid for supplies and operating expenses, to generate kick backs paid to hospital officials. Shortage of funds was being blamed for lack of equipment, putting patient’s lives in jeopardy.
Who was responsible? The richest man in town, who ran the hospital board and owner of the largest industry in the community, as well as owner of the banks, the newspaper, the radio station, the local judges, the district attorney and the police. He also had a piece of the President of the
The trouble at the hospital was compelling but when he discovered that his patients and other employees of the town ruler were being poisoned with lead, causing 3 deaths, he had to act, by exposing to the public and beyond the local community what was going on.
By doing so he exposed himself and his family to the wrath of the “King” and faced disgrac and destruction. The “King” used the law and they knew how to do it, plant drugs on the sone and arrest him. When the country doctor came to the rescue of his son, he fell into their trap.
About the Author
Dr. Jack E. Birge was born in
From
Since he began his practice in
Dr. Birge has always had a strong compassion for the poor and under privileged. He has given a great deal of time and resources to improve the community’s awareness of and assistance to these people.