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A Capital Punishment Trial in Modern Singapore

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Interview room #2, Central Station Holding Facility, Sunday March 9, 5:48 PM

“What do you think, Ravi,” asked Frost when they were alone in the room. Sergeant Goh had been with him for four months, and the Detective Inspector had taken the time to educate him in procedure and forensics. He was very impressed by the Sergeant’s quick learning and steady judgement.

“No problem with consistency. All three told essentially the same story from their respective points of view and all seemed honest and open.”

“Essentially?” asked William. “What discrepancy did you notice?”

“No discrepancies. Shadings in attitude or emotions is more what I detected. Head Matron Wong was highly professional and seemed very genuinely sorry for Moore. Matron Long seemed ambivalent toward Moore; somewhat caring but also thinking she brought it on herself. While Matron Sing seemed to harbor actual dislike or resentment toward the prisoner – though I don’t believe it changed any of the facts she reported.”

“Very good, Sergeant. I concur. What conclusions to do draw?”

“None yet, Detective Inspector. We wait for more complete evidence rather than drawing premature conclusions.”

“Good to hear my own word repeated,” laughed Frost. “Shall we go and get the rest of the story?” The Sergeant nodded. As they entered the hall, they saw the coroner's team removing the body of Rose Lin. The head of CSI came over to report.

“We have all we need; a simple and well-maintained crime scene. I’ll have a preliminary report to you early tomorrow morning. I’ve notified the medical examiner to be prepared for an immediate autopsy.”

“Thanks, Lee. I can always count on you.”

Just then William Koh, the police attorney arrived. He introduced himself to Frost, whom he had not met before, though he knew Wade and Goh.

Frost briefed him on what had happened.

“This is terrible, of course, but I’m not too surprised,” Koh said.

“Frost raised an eyebrow, “Really? How so?”

“Miss Barbara Moore is quite a piece of work. She’s been here less than two weeks and has managed to get into an incredible amount of trouble even before this. She has no regard for rules and a really terrible attitude. She seemed to blame her infractions always on others and particularly on Rose Lin. I would put nothing past her.”

“She does seem to elicit passionate reactions, mused Frost. He mentioned to Koh about her attorney.

“Yes. An earnest, though inexperienced, young man from the Embassy. He is reasonable to work with. I have informed Deputy Attorney General Lee Cher Leng, who prosecuted her previous case and he will be here shortly. Do we wait for Hodges?”

“There is no legal requirement,” said Frost. “I instructed homicide to notify the Embassy. We’ll deal with Hodges when and if he gets here. Let’s go see what the notorious Miss Moore has to say for herself.”
 
“Miss Barbara Moore is quite a piece of work. She’s been here less than two weeks and has managed to get into an incredible amount of trouble even before this. She has no regard for rules and a really terrible attitude. She seemed to blame her infractions always on others and particularly on Rose Lin. I would put nothing past her.”

Gee. I hope learning this about me won’t bias them. :confused:
 
I recommend you attempt to seduce the Detective Inspector, if not the whole department... that’s bound to work!
Besides, if I did, they’d only add prostitution to the charges against me!
Looks like you face the capital charge standing up in the dock !
Don’t forget Bribery ... and Perverting the course of justice ... not to mention Moral Turpitude ... :rolleyes: The charge sheet will need to be written in very fine print
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Location [Private] Sunday March 9, 6:05 PM

Jeffrey Hodges had been working long hours the past several days and, early this Sunday evening, was sound asleep in a soft, warm bed, holding a soft, warm women, when the Embassy pager went off. Jumping out of bed he hurried over to where he’d left his pants and silenced the sound. He grabbed his cell phone and called in.

“Hodges here….What – Oh No!...Are you sure?...Tell them I’ll be there as soon as possible…Within fifteen minutes. No – I’m already downtown…Right, goodbye.”

Frantically, Jeffrey began picking up his clothes from the floor and getting dressed. The woman in the bed rolled over and gazed at him with concern.

“What is it, Jeffrey? Do you have to go?”

“Oh my God, Chunhua! It’s Barbara Moore. She’s going to be arrested for murder!”
 
Location [Private] Sunday March 9, 6:05 PM

Jeffrey Hodges had been working long hours the past several days and, early this Sunday evening, was sound asleep in a soft, warm bed, holding a soft, warm women, when the Embassy pager went off. Jumping out of bed he hurried over to where he’d left his pants and silenced the sound. He grabbed his cell phone and called in.

“Hodges here….What – Oh No!...Are you sure?...Tell them I’ll be there as soon as possible…Within fifteen minutes. No – I’m already downtown…Right, goodbye.”

Frantically, Jeffrey began picking up his clothes from the floor and getting dressed. The woman in the bed rolled over and gazed at him with concern.

“What is it, Jeffrey? Do you have to go?”

“Oh my God, Chunhua! It’s Barbara Moore. She’s going to be arrested for murder!”
He may not be the smartest legal eagle but he does know how to pull the totty.
 
Meanwhile. what has happened with Moore. How is she coping?

Interview room #1, Central Station Holding Facility, Sunday March 9, 6:15 PM

Barb was in a state of panic. Dao had placed her in the interview room, cautioned her to remain silent and then said not another word.

After a few minutes another matron appeared. She and Dao proceeded to place full prison shackles on Barb. Her wrists cuffed behind her back, ankles cuffs joined with a short chain, and a chain connected the two.

The new matron relieved Dao but also refused to speak. After another long, silent wait, a uniformed policeman entered, dismissed the matron and took charge. He stood by the door, at ease, like a statue. But his large sidearm and grim expression spoke for him. Barb felt totally alone.

Barbara kept seeing the blood spreading on the floor from below Rose. Was she alive? Would they believe her? That HAD to!

She was so alone. At first all she felt was fear. As time went on, this changed into worry about getting out of this place and on the flight back to Minnesota. She was so close to getting home!

This was all so unfair! When you came right down to it, all she’d ever done was chew a piece of gum! How unjust and unfair and just plain stupid this all was.

As time dragged on in the room in shackles with the silent policeman, Barb started to get angry. This was taking forever! There was still plenty of time to catch her plane, but no one seemed to care. Had they forgotten her and gone out to dinner? Barb was getting hungry and thirsty. How could they treat her like this? She’d done nothing wrong? Where were they?

Barb kept thinking how close she had been to going home, to being free! Then Rose had to go bananas! And now this! They had to believe her. She was innocent! Where was her lawyer? They had to let her talk to her lawyer before questioning her. She’d heard the Miranda warning countless times on police shows. They would have to give her that soon.

All that blood and Rose lying motionless!

The horror at the sight of Rose, the fear for what might happen, the painful shackles, and the solitary boredom of waiting were driving Barb mad. No watch, no clock, how long would it be! She became more and more resentful of the delay and non-communication. They should inform her of what was going on, she thought. Why didn’t someone offer her refreshment during the wait? How could they treat her like this? This was intolerable! But time kept dragging on!
 
But time kept dragging on!

This really is a subtle form of torture!

A few weeks back I got into one of those supermarket queues from hell. With my groceries on the belt, but no movement for about 10 minutes while there were futile calls for a manager to sort the previous customer, I cracked. Left my groceries and walked off in a huff.

So I sympathise with Barb, a plane to catch, and a trivial little incident like Rose in a pool of blood, the plane should take priority.
 
This really is a subtle form of torture!

A few weeks back I got into one of those supermarket queues from hell. With my groceries on the belt, but no movement for about 10 minutes while there were futile calls for a manager to sort the previous customer, I cracked. Left my groceries and walked off in a huff.

So I sympathise with Barb, a plane to catch, and a trivial little incident like Rose in a pool of blood, the plane should take priority.

See!!! Someone out there is sympathetic.

You should have dumped your groceries over that woman’s head!
 
This really is a subtle form of torture!

A few weeks back I got into one of those supermarket queues from hell. With my groceries on the belt, but no movement for about 10 minutes while there were futile calls for a manager to sort the previous customer, I cracked. Left my groceries and walked off in a huff.

So I sympathise with Barb, a plane to catch, and a trivial little incident like Rose in a pool of blood, the plane should take priority.
It has, its left and Barb still has to face the music !
 
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