Nathan's Run (1996) by John Gilstrap Page B

Bailey was raised by his father. His mother died when he was just a baby. Daddy was a lawyer with lots of bucks, but not much in the way of estate planning. Two years ago, Daddy's car got whacked by a train, killing him. With no provisions for who was gonna take care of Nathan, custody went to Uncle Mark, way down in the Jackson's Corner area. Apparently Mark thought that the kid would be supported by a trust fund, but Daddy had just sunk two-plus million into his practice, secured against every asset he owned. By the time his estate cleared probate, there was nothing left.
    "Needless to say, Uncle Mark was not a happy camper. Not only did he have custody, but he had no way of paying for Nathan's upkeep. So, he didn't. Social Services was out to the house a half-dozen times over the year Nathan was there, responding mostly to neighbor complaints, but nothing ever came of it. Finally, about a year ago, Nathan stole his uncle's car, claiming that it was the only way he could get far enough away from the son of a bitch. Of course, Uncle Mark pressed charges. Record shows that Judge Potter offered a sweetheart of a probation deal, but Uncle Mark didn't want to hear it. He told the court, and I quote, 'A little time in prison never hurt anyone:"
    "Nice guy," Michaels snorted.
    "No, he's not," Jed corrected, very serious. "Mark Bailey knows whereof he speaks, having logged seven years at Leavenworth for burning down an officers' club in Texas. In the eight years he's been in the county, he's had three DWIs, two disorderly conducts, and an assault and battery charge that was dropped when the victim had a change of heart about testifying. He's also logged about a million bar fights, almost all of them on the losing end."
    Michaels was incredulous. "Did Social Services know about all this when they assigned custody to him?"
    Hackner shrugged. "I guess so. To be honest, there really wasn't much of a choice. It was either Uncle Mark or foster care."
    Michaels shook his head slowly, briefly pushing aside his cynical cop's perspective and seeing it as a father would. "Tough breaks for a little kid."
    Jed flipped a page in his notebook. "Yeah, well, it gets worse. Two different psychiatrists, paid for by Daddy's lawyer friends, submitted petitions to the court for the kid to be kept out of the Juvey system, claiming that the emotional stress would be too much for him." Hacker held up a yellow sheet of paper. "Report here says the two docs claimed the kid 'lags behind his peers physically and emotionally.' But you know Judge Potter. He feels for the kids whose cases he hears, but if you've broken the law, you're gonna pay. So he shipped Nathan, who'd just turned twelve, up to Brookfield and put him in the general population. He arrived on a Wednesday afternoon. Wednesday night, he's gang-raped with a broom handle and has to spend a week in the infirmary."
    Michaels winced and held up his hand. "That's enough. I don't want to hear any more. Is the rest just gossip, or does it have any real bearing on the case?"
    Jed shrugged, his feelings hurt. He was a cop, not a columnist. He didn't deal in gossip; every detail had a bearing on a case. But he had known Warren long enough to know his meaning. He flipped his notebook closed. "No, I suppose that's about it. But there is more news."
    "And what might that be?"
    "Turns out we've got a videotape after all."
    "I thought the camera was broken."
    "The camera in the Crisis Unit was. But we were able to catch Master Bailey on his way out through the in-processing area."
    "Were other cameras working, too?"
    "Not all of them. The rec hall camera was off-line as well. All the others seem to be in good shape. But the Bailey kid only passed through that one zone. Plus, we've got another couple of seconds of him exiting the back door. You want to see the tape? I've got it set up in the conference room."
    Both men rose together, Michaels following Hackner out of the office. The squad room beyond the glass