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.Krasner, as you said before.What kind of bail are you looking for here?""Well, sir, a quarter million dollars for a charge of throwing a trash can into the ocean is utterly incomprehensible.I think a modest bail of five to ten thousand dollars is more in line with the charges.My client has limited funds.If he uses them all to make bail, he will not have the money on which to live or pay counsel.""You left out the evading and vandalism.""Your Honor, as I said, he ran from them but he had no earthly idea that they were police officers.He thought""Again, Mr.Krasner, save your arguments for the proper venue.""I'm sorry, Your Honor, but look at the charges.It is clear this is going to be a misdemeanor case, and the bail should be set accordingly.""Anything else?""Submitted.""Ms.Feinstock.""Yes, Your Honor.Again, the people urge the court to consider a departure from the bail schedule.The two main charges against Mr.Brisbane are felonies and will remain as such.Despite Mr.Krasner's assurances, the people still are not convinced the defendant is not a flight risk or that his name is even Harold Brisbane.My detectives tell me that the defendant has dyed hair and that it was dyed at the time the photograph for this driver's license was issued.This is consistent with an attempt to hide identity.We are hoping to borrow the Los Angeles Police Department 's fingerprint identification computer today and see if we can get a-""Your Honor," Krasner interjected."I have to object here on the basis that-""Mr.Krasner," the judge intoned, "you had your turn."In addition," Feinstock said, "Mr.Brisbane's arrest came as a result of other suspicious activities which he was involved in.Namely' "Objection!""he photographing of young childrenome of them unclothed-without their knowledge or the knowledge or consent of their parents.The incident for whic""Your Honor!""-the charges before you have arisen occurred when Mr.Brisbane attempted to elude the officers investigating a complaint against him.""Your Honor," Krasner said loudly."There are no outstanding charges against my client.All the district attorney is trying to do is prejudice this man before the court.It is highly improper and unethical.If Mr.Brisbane did these things, then where are the charges?"Silence filled the cavernous courtroom.Krasner's outburst had even served to make the other attorneys whispering to their clients hold their tongues.The gaze of the judge slowly moved from Feinstock to Krasner to Gladden before he finally looked back at the prosecutor and continued."Ms.Feinstock, are there currently any other charges against this man being considered by your office at this time? And I mean right at this time."Feinstock hesitated and then grudgingly said, "No other information has been presented for filing but the police, as I said, are continuing their investigation into the defendant's true identity and activities."The judge looked down at the papers in front of him again and began to write.Krasner opened his mouth to add something but then reconsidered.It was clear by the judge's demeanor that he had already made the decision."The bail schedule calls for bail to be set at ten thousand dollars," Judge Nyberg said."I am going to make a slight departure and set bail at fifty thousand dollars.Mr.Krasner, I will be glad to reconsider this at a later date if at that time your client has assuaged the district attorney's concerns about identity and address, etcetera.""Yes, Your Honor.Thank you."The judge called the next case.Feinstock closed the file she had in front of her, put it on the stack to her right, and took another off the stack to her left and opened it.Krasner turned to Gladden with a slight smile on his face."Sorry, I thought he might go twenty-five.The beauty of it is she's probably happy.She asked for a quarter probably hoping for a dime or a nickel.She got the nickel.""Never mind that.Just how long until I'm out of here?""Sit tight.I'll have you out in an hour."ichigan was frozen, the ice erous and beautiful after a rs of the Sears Tower were gone, swallowed whole by the grayish white shroud that hung over the city.I saw all of this while coming in on the Stevenson Expressway.It was late morning and I guessed it would be snowing again before day's end.I had thought it was cold in Denver until I landed at Midway.It was three years since I had been back to Chicago.And despite the cold, I missed the place.I had gone to J-school at Medill in the early eighties and learned to truly love the city.After, I had hoped to stay and get on with one of the local papers but the Tribune and Sun-Times both took passes, the interview editors telling me to go out and get some experience and then come back with my clips.It was a bitter disappointment.Not the rejection as much as having to leave the city.Of course, I could've stayed on at the City News Bureau, where I worked during school, but that wasn't the kind of experience those editors were looking for, and I didn't like the idea of working for a wire service that paid you like you were a student needing clips more than money.So I went home and got the job at the Rocky.A lot of years went by.At first I went to Chicago at least twice a year to see friends and visit favorite bars but that tapered off over the years.The last time had been three years ago.My friend Larry Bernard had just landed at the Tribune after going out and getting the same experience they had told me to get.I went up to see him and I hadn't been back since.I guess I had the clips now for a paper like the Tribune, but I had never gotten around to sending them to Chicago.The cab dropped me at the Hyatt across the river from the Tribune.I couldn't check in until three, so I left my bag with the beuman and went to the pay phones [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]