One hour later Leo continued to pace the hallway, refusing to speak to the press. Dean and Leo had all they could do to comfort a nervous Isabella, while at the same time shield her from reporters. Finally, a sheriff approached Leo and said the Judge wanted to see him in chambers. Clutching his briefcase, he followed the sheriff. McDougall and Roy Emery, the number two man at the Attorney General’s Office and Chief of the Organized Crime Unit, were already seated. The look of disgust and intolerance was unmistakable.
"Have I been keeping you waiting? The sheriff just called me?" asked Leo, as he scanned the faces before him.
"No, not at all Leo." Looking grim, Judge Mitchell continued, "I have troubling news. The informant committed suicide about 20 minutes ago."
"Dammit Barry, your client’s family works fast," McDougall quipped.
"Go to hell, McDougall. You’re just ticked off because tomorrow’s front page headlines will show my client a free man."
"Don’t be to sure of that," said Mitchell.
"Judge you can’t be serious. The State has nothing and we all know that."
"We all know that your client isn’t as clean as you portrayed him out there. Answer me this, what was he doing with Mafia scumbags like Bianco and Ricci? Then there is the small matter of the gun charge. Your prep school grad doesn’t have a license, and that weapon he had has OC written all over it."
"Put reasonable bail on that charge, and let’s get on with this."
"$50,000 cash," said Mitchell.
"Judge, with all due respect, that’s not reasonable."
"Take it or leave it."
"Fine. Let’s put in on the record so my client and I can get the hell out of here."