Conflict of Interest

Chapter 6

A/N; Just some vocabulary help for you guys :) (Just wanted to say I don't live in NY & I'm not a real lawyer) Please enjoy the book! Vote & Comment and keep an eye out for my other book ''Anonymous Lovers''

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Vocabulary ; 

Rikers/Rikers Island ; Rikers Island is New York City's main jail complex,[1] as well as the name of the 413.17-acre island on which it sits, in the East River between Queens and the mainland Bronx, adjacent to the runways of LaGuardia Airport.

Line-Up ; where a witness come to the police station and looks through the one way glass and identifies a person who commented a crime. The suspect cannot see the witness (which is why it's called one way so only the people one one side can see and the other can't)

Casing ; watching, stalking or surveilling

A.D.A ; Estelle's job which means Assistant District Attorney.

Arraign ; call or bring (someone) before a court to answer a criminal charge.

Bail ; pretty much an amount of money you have to pay to not go to jail. If you get bail then you pay the amount and then don't go to jail until your trial comes. If you are guilty then you are sent to prison (btw if you go to trial on time then you get your bail money back)

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Giovanni Battista. My blood went cold and my heart stopped. How could I have been so stupid?! Of course he was Vincenzo Battista's son! It all made so much sense! The Rolex, the Ferrari, his slight accent, his restaurant, his father not being able to operate his businesses! Of course he couldn't operate his businesses! He was in Rikers!  Even his goddamn name was Italian! 

I remember Dimitri saying that the Feds and the NYPD had their family and businesses on surveillance. Probably when I walked into the restaurant they were taking  pictures and today they recognized me in the office! Those two vans I saw parked outside were probably the FBI and NYPD. Now they probably thought I was the leak on the inside!

How did he even know I was a A.D.A in the first place?

Right there in the back of the SUV I started to cry. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing, it was all just too much. I could probably lose my license and even go to prison! I looked so guilty but I knew I had to explain myself. 

Shortly we arrived at the FBI field office in New York and before I stepped out I quickly dabbed my face to erase all signs of crying. If they knew I was crying then they might think I'm guilty. 

I walked in the builind with the two men in the grey suits following closely behind me. One of the men held the door open for me and I replied with a quiet thank you and walked inside. 

The office was cold with many agents walking around in suits, holding manila folders. One of the men directed me towards a hallway with many doors and opened a door into an even colder room. I shivered and walking into the room, stopping dead in my tracks when I realized what room this was. 

It wan an interrogation room. Suddenly the tears came back but I only allowed a few to roll down my cheeks before I dabbed them away with my slightly wet napkin and sat down in a chair.