The Racketeer
Chapter 22

Dusty Shiver's motion to suppress the confession was not at all unexpected. It was lengthy, well written, well reasoned, and backed up by a thirty-page affidavit signed by Quinn Rucker in which he fully recanted his confession. Three days after it was filed, Victor Westlake and two of his agents met with Stanley Mumphrey and two of his assistants. Their goal was to plow through the motion and prepare responses to it. Neither Mumphrey nor anyone else in his office was aware of the interrogation tactics used by Agents Pankovits and Delocke, nor did they know that Westlake and four of his men had watched by closed circuit the ten-hour marathon and had a tape of it. This information would never be revealed to the U.S. Attorney; thus, it would never be known to the defense, the judge, or anyone else.
Stanley had been fully briefed by his lieutenants and took control of the meeting. He began by saying, "The first and most important issue is the allegation that the defendant wanted to talk to a lawyer."
Westlake nodded to an agent who whipped out some papers. Westlake said, "We have here two affidavits from Agents Pankovits and Delocke, our two interrogators, in which they respond to the allegations. As you will see, they say that the defendant mentioned a lawyer on a couple of occasions but never specifically demanded one. He never stopped the interrogation. He wanted to talk."
Stanley and his men scanned the affidavits. After a few minutes, Stanley said, "Okay, point number two. The defendant claims he was repeatedly threatened with the death penalty by both agents. If true, this of course would be highly improper and would probably kill the confession."
Westlake replied as he shook his head. "Look at the bottom of page seven, both affidavits. The agents state, under oath, that they made no threats whatsoever. These are very skilled interrogators, Stan, and they know the rules as well as anybody."
Stanley and his men flipped to page seven and read the text. Perfect. Whatever Quinn claimed in his affidavit, there were two FBI agents willing to tell what really happened. Stanley said, "Looks good. The third point is that the agents promised the defendant he would not be put on trial for capital murder."
"Page nine," Westlake said. "Our agents know they do not have the authority to make deals. Only the U.S. Attorney can do that. Frankly, I find such an allegation ludicrous. Rucker is a career thug. He should know that prosecutors make deals, not cops."
"I agree," Stanley said quickly. "The next allegation is that the FBI agents threatened to prosecute other members of Rucker's family."
"Don't they always say that, Stan? They give a confession, free and voluntarily, then can't wait to tear it up and say they were threatened. You've seen this many times." Of course Stan had, though he really had not. Westlake went on, "Though I must say it wouldn't be a bad idea to round up all the Ruckers and give 'em the needle."
Westlake's men laughed. Stanley's men laughed. A regular party.
"What about the allegation that the interrogators were abusive and pushed the suspect past the point of exhaustion?"
"Here's the truth, Stan," Westlake replied. "The agents repeatedly asked Rucker if he wanted to stop and continue later. He said no because he did not want to spend the night in the county jail. We checked and the jail was packed, badly overcrowded. They informed Rucker of this, and he didn't want to go there."
This made perfect sense to Stanley. He said, "Okay, the next three items need to be addressed, but I don't think we'll say much about them in our response. There is the allegation that the FBI agents lied about having a ballistics report that linked the murders to the Smith & Wesson handgun confiscated from the defendant. Unfortunately, as we now know, the ballistics excluded this weapon."
"Lying is permissible, especially in a high-level interrogation such as this, Stanley," Westlake said, much like a wise old professor.
"Got that, but just to satisfy my curiosity - did your agents actually lie about this?"
"Of course not. No, definitely not. Page twelve of their affidavits."
"Didn't think so. What about this next allegation - that your agents lied about the existence of a crime scene boot print that matched some boots taken from the defendant?"
"Not true, Stan. The imagination of a desperate lawyer and his guilty client."
"Do you have a boot print?"
Westlake glanced at one of his agents, as though there just might be a boot print that he had somehow forgotten. The agent shook his head. "No," Westlake admitted. "There's no boot print."
"And next we have the allegation that your agents lied about a couple of eyewitnesses. The first supposedly saw the defendant in the town of Ripplemead about the time of the killings. Any truth to this?"
Westlake shifted his weight from one ass cheek to the other and offered a condescending smile. "Stan, look, I'm not sure you appreciate what it takes to break down a guilty suspect. There are tricks, okay, and - "
"I get it."
"And you have to instill fear, to make the suspect think you have a lot more proof than maybe you actually have."
"I've seen no report from such a witness."
"And you will not. He doesn't exist."
"We're on the same side, here, Vic. I just need to know the truth so we can respond to the motion to suppress, understand?"
"I understand."
"And the second witness, the one at the country store near the cabin. He doesn't exist either, right?"
"Right."
"Did the agents use any other tricks that I don't know about?"
"No," Westlake said, but no one in the room believed him.
"So, to summarize our case against Quinn Rucker, we have no eyewitnesses, no ballistics, no boot print, no fingerprints, no physical evidence of any kind, correct?"
Westlake nodded slowly but said nothing.
"We have a defendant who was in the Roanoke area after the murders, but no proof he was here beforehand, right?"
More nodding.
"And our defendant was caught with more cash than one would normally carry around, substantially more, I would say."
Westlake agreed.
"But then Mr. Rucker is a self-confessed drug runner from a family notorious for trafficking, so cash would not be a problem." Stanley shoved his legal pad away and rubbed his temples. "Gentlemen, we have a confession and nothing else. If we lose the confession, then Mr. Rucker walks and there's no trial."
"You can't lose the confession, Stan," Westlake said. "It's unthinkable."
"I have no plans to lose it, but I can see the judge taking a dim view of the interrogation. The length of it bothers me. Ten hours throughout the night. An obviously fatigued suspect who's a seasoned crook and would probably want to see a lawyer. Two veteran interrogators who know all the tricks. This might be a close call."
Westlake listened with a smile and after a long pause said, "Let's not forget our star witness, Stan. Malcolm Bannister will testify that Quinn Rucker talked repeatedly of murdering Judge Fawcett. He wanted revenge, and he wanted his money back."
"True, and his testimony, plus the confession, will get a conviction. But standing alone, his testimony is not enough."
"You don't sound too confident, Stan."
"Quite the contrary. This is the murder of a federal judge. I cannot imagine another federal judge showing any sympathy for Quinn Rucker. We'll have the confession, and we have Malcolm Bannister. We'll get a conviction."
"Now you're talking."
"By the way, what's up with our boy Bannister?"
"Safe and sound, buried deep by the U.S. Marshals."
"Where is he?"
"Sorry, Stan. Some things we cannot talk about. But have no worries. He'll be here when we need him."