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A Capital Punishment Trial in Modern Singapore
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twonines
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With your imagination?Keeping them nude saves on laundry too. Not sure what shackled to my bed accomplishes
settantuno
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twonines
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Don`t underestimate Frost,he loves to cock a snoop at authority, as I posted elsewhere, if he runs true to form, he`ll see through some of the "evidence"SHIT! Then I’m doomed
settantuno
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
You really manage to create a strong mood with very economical tools.
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twonines
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Its the everything else that so many of us find appealing!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
We should all be so lucky!You should be so lucky
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
The first of two posts today. Yes, I know. This breaks the rule of only one post a day. But these will each be short. And we all know that Barb rarely (never?) follows the rules.
Homicide Consulting Room, Central Police Station, 8:45 PM
Jeffrey Hodges continued to stare open-mouthed at the screen as Barb was placed under arrest and escorted from the room. A few moments later, the screen went blank.
Detective Inspector Frost spoke gently to the American attorney, almost with pity, “You can see, counselor, why we have arrested her and charged her with murder. I would point out that our investigation is still ongoing. If I uncover any exculpatory evidence, I assure you, I shall share it with you immediately. Copies of the videos and other evidence gathered will be given to you as soon as possible.”
Jeffrey was almost speechless. He mumbled some thanks and then asked when he could see his client. Koh told him not to worry. He had taken Barb personally to Booking and then to Intake in the secure wing of the jail for the night. Frost added that he had instructed extra care in handling Barb and that she be placed under safety watch.
Jeffrey stammered thanks, his mind reeling, dread enveloping him.
“We can arrange an interview for ten AM in the morning,” offered Deputy Leng. “You understand, Mr. Hodges, the restrictions on attorney client confidentiality in Singapore?”
“Yes. I mean no. What do you mean?” his confusion obvious.
“In cases charging culpable homicide, after arrest, a court appointed monitor must be present when the suspect holds any communication either with counsel or the authorities. The monitor acts in strict confidentiality, sharing information only with the judge and then only to report violations.”
“What kind of violations,” asked Jeffrey, distracted and unfamiliar with the special rules around homicide procedures.
“Such as coaching of testimony, subornation of perjury, improper pressure for plea deals and corrupt offers. Nothing you should be concerned with.” Said Leng.
“When? When will there be a hearing?”
“It is required within 48 hours of arrest. I anticipate we shall wait a day to assemble the forensic and autopsy evidence and then appear before a judge on the morning after tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” said Jeffrey shaking the hands of Frost, Koh and Leng. “I’ll be here by ten tomorrow.” He gathered his papers and dejectedly exited the room.
The other glanced at each other and Koh spoke for all, “I don’t envy him his job.”
Homicide Consulting Room, Central Police Station, 8:45 PM
Jeffrey Hodges continued to stare open-mouthed at the screen as Barb was placed under arrest and escorted from the room. A few moments later, the screen went blank.
Detective Inspector Frost spoke gently to the American attorney, almost with pity, “You can see, counselor, why we have arrested her and charged her with murder. I would point out that our investigation is still ongoing. If I uncover any exculpatory evidence, I assure you, I shall share it with you immediately. Copies of the videos and other evidence gathered will be given to you as soon as possible.”
Jeffrey was almost speechless. He mumbled some thanks and then asked when he could see his client. Koh told him not to worry. He had taken Barb personally to Booking and then to Intake in the secure wing of the jail for the night. Frost added that he had instructed extra care in handling Barb and that she be placed under safety watch.
Jeffrey stammered thanks, his mind reeling, dread enveloping him.
“We can arrange an interview for ten AM in the morning,” offered Deputy Leng. “You understand, Mr. Hodges, the restrictions on attorney client confidentiality in Singapore?”
“Yes. I mean no. What do you mean?” his confusion obvious.
“In cases charging culpable homicide, after arrest, a court appointed monitor must be present when the suspect holds any communication either with counsel or the authorities. The monitor acts in strict confidentiality, sharing information only with the judge and then only to report violations.”
“What kind of violations,” asked Jeffrey, distracted and unfamiliar with the special rules around homicide procedures.
“Such as coaching of testimony, subornation of perjury, improper pressure for plea deals and corrupt offers. Nothing you should be concerned with.” Said Leng.
“When? When will there be a hearing?”
“It is required within 48 hours of arrest. I anticipate we shall wait a day to assemble the forensic and autopsy evidence and then appear before a judge on the morning after tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” said Jeffrey shaking the hands of Frost, Koh and Leng. “I’ll be here by ten tomorrow.” He gathered his papers and dejectedly exited the room.
The other glanced at each other and Koh spoke for all, “I don’t envy him his job.”
twonines
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Harry Houdini might be a better bet.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
A long hard day for Barb comes to a quiet end:
Cell, Security Detention, Central Station 9:59 PM
Barb spent an hour huddled on her bed and crying. It all was too much to bear. Just a few hours ago, she had left the Head Matron’s Office, facing her last night in jail and a flight home on the morrow. Her hopes had been so high! She’d even been planning a shag with the handsome Mr. Hodges before her flight.
Then, suddenly the fight with Lin, her fall and all that blood! Taken away to a room with no communication of any kind, and shackled for hours. All those men intimidating her, challenging her story, and finally learning that Rose was dead. Dead!
Arrested for murder, strip searched roughly, and painfully raped by those dirty men, and now locked in a bare cell. Where was her lawyer? What would happen next? What time even was it? Barb was totally lost in confusion.
Eventually, she tried to snap out of her funk. Getting up and paced the tiny cell, she thought wistfully of the pleasant, cells in the women’s wing with the cheerful décor. Oh God, she thought, I’m nostalgic for a jail cell!
Nearing Midnight, Barb became very sleepy and needed rest. But the glaring overhead light was undimmed and the thin mattress uninviting. She lay down and tried to sleep. Her mind still raced, reviewing the last few hours and dreading what the future would bring. Was she really responsible for Rose’s death? Was her story believable? What could she say different to look innocent? What kind of trial would she have?
With her fevered thoughts and the bright light, fitful sleep didn’t come until the wee hours of the morning, frequently interrupted by the inspection every half-hour.
Cell, Security Detention, Central Station 9:59 PM
Barb spent an hour huddled on her bed and crying. It all was too much to bear. Just a few hours ago, she had left the Head Matron’s Office, facing her last night in jail and a flight home on the morrow. Her hopes had been so high! She’d even been planning a shag with the handsome Mr. Hodges before her flight.
Then, suddenly the fight with Lin, her fall and all that blood! Taken away to a room with no communication of any kind, and shackled for hours. All those men intimidating her, challenging her story, and finally learning that Rose was dead. Dead!
Arrested for murder, strip searched roughly, and painfully raped by those dirty men, and now locked in a bare cell. Where was her lawyer? What would happen next? What time even was it? Barb was totally lost in confusion.
Eventually, she tried to snap out of her funk. Getting up and paced the tiny cell, she thought wistfully of the pleasant, cells in the women’s wing with the cheerful décor. Oh God, she thought, I’m nostalgic for a jail cell!
Nearing Midnight, Barb became very sleepy and needed rest. But the glaring overhead light was undimmed and the thin mattress uninviting. She lay down and tried to sleep. Her mind still raced, reviewing the last few hours and dreading what the future would bring. Was she really responsible for Rose’s death? Was her story believable? What could she say different to look innocent? What kind of trial would she have?
With her fevered thoughts and the bright light, fitful sleep didn’t come until the wee hours of the morning, frequently interrupted by the inspection every half-hour.
twonines
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Not to mention that pristine punishment room !!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
It appears Barb's case has drawn the attention of the highest levels of law enforcement. Justice will be done.
Office of Jerry Wee Lian, Commissioner of Police, Monday, March 10, 8:00 AM
Jerry Lian was a short man with tall ambitions. A combination of controlled toughness and political savvy, had propelled his rise in the ranks of the Singapore Police Force. Two years ago, at the remarkably young age of 45, he had been appointed Commissioner.
Never one to get bogged down in the details of police work or the science of detection, Lian administered from a high level, leaving most decisions to subordinates so he could concentrate on his further political ambitions. These days, most of his time was spent hobnobbing with the political elite of the Republic. It was rumoured that he was first in line for the about to be vacated position of Second Minister of Homes Affairs.
There was a full house for this meeting concerning the case of Barbara Moore: in addition to Lian, was Chief of Detectives, WeiDa Ng, DI Frost, Deputy Leng, and Mr. Koh. Also, present, by her request was Josephine Shanmugam, Second Minister for Home Affairs.
It was the expected and immenent elevation of Josephine to the First Minister of Home Affairs vacancy that would open the position of Second Minister for Liam.
After the initial small talk, Ng asked Frost to summarize the investigation so far.
“Of course, Sir,” replied Frost, who had a modicum of respect for Ng, who was not only very experienced, and ran his department well, but also worked hard to minimize political pressure from above on his detectives. A not easy task with Jerry as Commissioner.
First Frost went over Moore’s case from when she was arrested until the incident with Rose the day before. On several occasions he was interrupted by the Commissioner or Josephine.
“When she was found with drugs and admitted failing to declare them at customs, was she so charged?” asked Shanmugam.
“No Minister,” replied Frost.
“So, we started out by ignoring her crimes. No wonder we’ve come to this. This matron Rogers should be sacked immediately and put up on charges!” said Josephine, looking at Jerry,
“Pardon, me, Minister.” Said Koh. “Those actions are frequently committed by first time visitors here and rarely prosecuted. Senior political authorities have decided it’s not best to arrest a significant fraction of tourists with minor recreational drugs. Miss Moore already faced charges and Innusha was following standard guidelines.”
“Humrph!” she said. “Shows what comes of lax enforcement!”
Next, the Commissioner asked, “Why was Moore’s acts of theft and lying not added to her charges?”
“I was present when that was decided,” replied Koh. “Both actions fall under maintaining discipline within the jail and are within the authority of the head matron. An appropriately harsh punishment was performed.”
“But these were not reported to the judge at her trial? It seems that didn’t give her Ladyship the whole picture for sentencing,” complained the Minister.
“I could have clarified that, if you hadn’t interrupted me,” said Frost with a clear note of sarcasm in his voice. He ignored Josephine’s withering stare. “It would be a judgement call on the part of the jail authorities as to whether to bring them up, and they judged that the inflicted punishment was enough. In fact, Miss Moore caused both issues to come up in the trial and the judge was fully informed before sentencing.”
“Oh,” said the Commissioner. “That’s better.”
“It appears that the judge did take these infractions as well as the drug smuggling and possession issues into account and they were part of what led to a very harsh sentence for the charged crime,” explained Frost. “Remember, she had been arrested on the minor charge of gum chewing. One could argue that the sentence was wildly excessive, given that Moore had already received a jail caning.”
“That’s not for a policeman to judge,” snapped the minister. “Judge Betar-Gisber is highly respected and her rulings are never to be questioned by such as you!”
WeiDa placed his hand tightly on Frost’s wrist to forestall any reply. “I’m sure Detective Frost did not mean to question the integrity of the Judge. Go on, Frost.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Frost through gritted teeth. He proceeded to outline Barbara’s prison caning to approving nods from the authorities. He then recounted the incident when she was found holding drugs in jail. At this, both Lian and Shanmugam objected to it not being reported.
Deputy Leng interposed here. “That was certainly a mistake in judgement, and the head matron will be disciplined for that. But, on her behalf, I must point something out. All the people who had dealt with Miss Moore up to that time were heartily tired of her lying and complaining. She had only a few days left before she would leave the Republic and never return (her visa privileges had been revoked). Even Judge Betar-Gisber had expressed relief at the prospect of her departure from the Republic. The matron chose a method to discipline her prisoner without delaying her departure. The Attorney General’s office supports that motivation, though not the decision and the tragic result of that action.”
Office of Jerry Wee Lian, Commissioner of Police, Monday, March 10, 8:00 AM
Jerry Lian was a short man with tall ambitions. A combination of controlled toughness and political savvy, had propelled his rise in the ranks of the Singapore Police Force. Two years ago, at the remarkably young age of 45, he had been appointed Commissioner.
Never one to get bogged down in the details of police work or the science of detection, Lian administered from a high level, leaving most decisions to subordinates so he could concentrate on his further political ambitions. These days, most of his time was spent hobnobbing with the political elite of the Republic. It was rumoured that he was first in line for the about to be vacated position of Second Minister of Homes Affairs.
There was a full house for this meeting concerning the case of Barbara Moore: in addition to Lian, was Chief of Detectives, WeiDa Ng, DI Frost, Deputy Leng, and Mr. Koh. Also, present, by her request was Josephine Shanmugam, Second Minister for Home Affairs.
It was the expected and immenent elevation of Josephine to the First Minister of Home Affairs vacancy that would open the position of Second Minister for Liam.
After the initial small talk, Ng asked Frost to summarize the investigation so far.
“Of course, Sir,” replied Frost, who had a modicum of respect for Ng, who was not only very experienced, and ran his department well, but also worked hard to minimize political pressure from above on his detectives. A not easy task with Jerry as Commissioner.
First Frost went over Moore’s case from when she was arrested until the incident with Rose the day before. On several occasions he was interrupted by the Commissioner or Josephine.
“When she was found with drugs and admitted failing to declare them at customs, was she so charged?” asked Shanmugam.
“No Minister,” replied Frost.
“So, we started out by ignoring her crimes. No wonder we’ve come to this. This matron Rogers should be sacked immediately and put up on charges!” said Josephine, looking at Jerry,
“Pardon, me, Minister.” Said Koh. “Those actions are frequently committed by first time visitors here and rarely prosecuted. Senior political authorities have decided it’s not best to arrest a significant fraction of tourists with minor recreational drugs. Miss Moore already faced charges and Innusha was following standard guidelines.”
“Humrph!” she said. “Shows what comes of lax enforcement!”
Next, the Commissioner asked, “Why was Moore’s acts of theft and lying not added to her charges?”
“I was present when that was decided,” replied Koh. “Both actions fall under maintaining discipline within the jail and are within the authority of the head matron. An appropriately harsh punishment was performed.”
“But these were not reported to the judge at her trial? It seems that didn’t give her Ladyship the whole picture for sentencing,” complained the Minister.
“I could have clarified that, if you hadn’t interrupted me,” said Frost with a clear note of sarcasm in his voice. He ignored Josephine’s withering stare. “It would be a judgement call on the part of the jail authorities as to whether to bring them up, and they judged that the inflicted punishment was enough. In fact, Miss Moore caused both issues to come up in the trial and the judge was fully informed before sentencing.”
“Oh,” said the Commissioner. “That’s better.”
“It appears that the judge did take these infractions as well as the drug smuggling and possession issues into account and they were part of what led to a very harsh sentence for the charged crime,” explained Frost. “Remember, she had been arrested on the minor charge of gum chewing. One could argue that the sentence was wildly excessive, given that Moore had already received a jail caning.”
“That’s not for a policeman to judge,” snapped the minister. “Judge Betar-Gisber is highly respected and her rulings are never to be questioned by such as you!”
WeiDa placed his hand tightly on Frost’s wrist to forestall any reply. “I’m sure Detective Frost did not mean to question the integrity of the Judge. Go on, Frost.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Frost through gritted teeth. He proceeded to outline Barbara’s prison caning to approving nods from the authorities. He then recounted the incident when she was found holding drugs in jail. At this, both Lian and Shanmugam objected to it not being reported.
Deputy Leng interposed here. “That was certainly a mistake in judgement, and the head matron will be disciplined for that. But, on her behalf, I must point something out. All the people who had dealt with Miss Moore up to that time were heartily tired of her lying and complaining. She had only a few days left before she would leave the Republic and never return (her visa privileges had been revoked). Even Judge Betar-Gisber had expressed relief at the prospect of her departure from the Republic. The matron chose a method to discipline her prisoner without delaying her departure. The Attorney General’s office supports that motivation, though not the decision and the tragic result of that action.”
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Frost seems to be somewhat on your side, Barb. He will discover the truth.Why do I have this circling around a gurgling voracious drain feeling?