UPDATE: This comment by a reader says it all:
rump - I think the real horror that needs to be looked into is why PDs who work their butts off (and there are LOTS of them, besides what some of your readers think) haven't gotten raises. This when most of them are carrying ungodly amounts of student loans and live in the 3rd most expensive city in the US!
UPDATE: BLOCKBUSTER INDICTMENT! A Former Federal and State Prosecutor in New Jersey, and now a prominent criminal defense attorney- Paul Bergrin-has been indicted in federal court on 14 counts of obstruction of justice, witness tampering, murder and conspiracy to commit murder. The charges arise out of accusations that Bergrin orchestrated the murder of witnesses in two cases. High profile NYC defense attorney Gerald Shargel is defending Bergrin. The NY Times article is here.
We are still wondering about our questions in re: the 16 PD "Straw attorneys" whose position was budgeted by the Legislature, and whose salaries were paid by us tax payers, but who otherwise don't exist. Is what the PD's office did legal? Do other state offices do this? Is this why there's only one person at the clerk's office whenever we need a file?
And here's a new one- while we were in the shower the other day we started, as is our wont, to do some math. 16 positions- assume on the low side an average starting salary of $30,000.00 per year, that's ..hmm...carry the two....ummm...$480,000.00 Brummers!!! That's an awful lot of hay to give to the top horses in the barn.
And (because we take long showers) we also thought of this: Is this the first time BHB has done this? We all know that no matter how bad the evidence is against out client, we all like to say "they've never done this before. It was a one time, stupid thing to do."
So has the PD's office been taking money for "straw lawyers" for years? And who got that money?
You see, without the Susannah Nesmiths and now the Vanessa Blums of the world (Markus reported Tuesday that the Sun Sentinel canned Blum for budget reasons) who else is there to ask these questions and "follow the money"?
We'd much rather see Ms. Nesmith or Ms. Blum meeting with a strange and mysterious figure cloaked in a Macintosh and obscured by the shadows of a late night in the Jackson Medical Garage across from the PDs office. "What is going on over there"? we imagine them saying, fog swirling in the background.
"Follow the money" would be the whispered reply. The glow of a cigarette breaking the dark and gloomy midnight hour.
The problem is that at the rate we're going, this story will be assigned to the obit copy clerk, as there are no real reporters left in Miami to "follow the money" flowing through the strangely silent offices of Carlos Martinez and company.
SILENT CHARLIE DAY FOUR.