“If you want us as your representatives, we will gladly be your representatives. It is up to you, as always. The client has the choice in the matter, but I will tell you the public defender they will hire on will be some greenhorn who will do nothing to help you out.” Mr. Silva would be another Castle for the DA, no doubt, although not nearly as big of a case or as thrilling. He was not a former Marine, after all. “Of course, I’d like to review the case with you first, just to make sure both Mr. Nelson and Mr. Murdock will have some idea of what we will be dealing with once we get everything we need upon requesting it.”
When he brought up his son, Karen nodded, making a note of the boy in her writing. “I will do whatever it takes to make sure your son is taken care of, Mr. Silva. I promise you that. He won’t go into the system.” Karen would fight tooth and nail to make sure that would never happen. She would also do her damnedest to find a way to keep the man out of jail if possible; oh the odds were indeed stacked against her, of course, but Karen knew she could do it.
She could dig and find something to help out his case…especially as Itzal began to discuss the circumstances to his current situation.
God, it sounded so much like Frank…and Karen felt her heart aching for the man even more.
Karen settled back into her own seat, pen stilled, recorder running as the silence stretched between them. She took in a deep, slow breath to calm her own racing heart and then looked Itzal in the eyes. “What happened to your son…with his case…it was a gross injustice, Mr. Silva, and Nelson, Murdock, and Page will make sure to right the wrongs that have happened to your family and your son.” Picking up her pen once more, she shifted a little in order to begin writing a few notes down. “We could potentially get you out on bond, but you may be under house arrest the entire time. Would you be amenable to that, Mr. Silva?”
“Yeah, I don’t think a newbie could handle my case...given what you’ve probably seen, what you already knew before coming in this room. They have enough of my blood on those bodies to clone me and put me and the clone in a chair if they really wanted...because I was an idiot.” He knows he’s fucked, he feels it deep down as he starts to scratch and claw at his head again, head eventually hitting the table. He could’ve been better than this, he should’ve been. “I don’t understand the system, but I’ll give you all that I can information wise.”
The thought of his boy even possibly going in the system is upsetting, but he nods at her promise to keep him away. “He was only three when we lost Nicholas, and was supposed to be starting school this year. I just...he doesn’t want to leave our home because he never fully understood what happened. I still don’t understand.” He needs to pick his head up, but only to maintain that respect, even if he’s upset, he’s not going to continue muttering to the table. He moves to grab something from his pocket, being slow as he manages to find the locket he kept all these years, putting it on the table.
“If you need a place to look, through any old sources and need to make sure things match up, his picture is in there...Nick was twelve, but he didn’t really start to grow yet, so it looks pretty close...Zach’s picture is recent because he’s gotten this habit of printing out pictures from my phone out with the computer. Smart little kid, nosy as hell though.” A smile is on his face as he thinks about his boys, not caring if he’s judged for keeping a locket: he loved that father’s day present, remembering how nervous his son was to even give it to him.
As he listens to what they could possibly do, he nods at hearing house arrest being an option. “I’d do that as long as they don’t take Zach away. I don’t know what I’d do if they did take him, he’s just...he needs me. He’s too young to understand the world, and I don’t want it to hurt him. It’s already taken enough from us...I ended up recording the phone call I had with Nick. His final moments are all still recorded, I refused to upgrade or do anything with that phone because it’s the last thing I have of him...I’m fucking pitiful, aren’t I?” His emotional resistance crumbles slightly as he feels tears fall, wiping them as quick as they come for the most part.
“Killer with tears in their eyes, begging that he’s sorry now, absolute shit that no one would want to hear. The sorrys won’t bring back the dead, even if they should’ve been rotting in their own cells. They still had families too, but maybe their family will be better off without them tainting the names...”
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