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27

M
arcel decided
it would be a good idea to take Michael and his staff--and me--out on Michael's boat. The whole idea was to get out, get some fresh air, and take a look at the case against Michael and the case against Mira. I had filed a motion to dismiss in Michael's case, alleging a police conspiracy as the basis. We were going to look at evidence we could pull together to support this claim.

So we met up at Michael's boat club on Saturday morning, prepared and supplied for a day on Lake Michigan. Those coming aboard were Marcel, Michael, Danny, me, my paralegal Angelina, and two of Michael's friends that I wasn't acquainted with. It turned out that one of them was Michael's new neurologist who had been working with Michael to open new pathways around the injured part of his brain. The other was a woman from the
Chicago
Tribune
who did investigative reporting. We were going to include her in our case review, I learned from Michael, because she was doing a behind-the-scenes workup on the police conspiracy angle.

The crew consisted of a rent-a-captain who was brought in to free up Michael to meet with the rest of us and because even Michael wasn't comfortable with his ability to captain his boat--yet. Plus, we had a galley-slave. A cook. What could be better than having a dedicated cook? We were set.

An hour north of Chicago, we all gathered in the salon for our show-and-tell. Marcel went first, playing the key footage of Mira's condo video. He had edited down seven cameras' hours and hours of video to a fifteen-minute presentation. This would be the video we would use in the Mira case. But it also could be much more than that. It could also possibly impact the case against Michael.

I say that because the video focused down on one police officer. Here's his setup. As near as we could calculate, the actual shooting occurred at 10:59 p.m. on the night of the Democratic fundraiser. We were able to pinpoint Mira's arrival home at 10:49 p.m. thanks to three different CCTV cameras. When we saw Marcel's exhibit of who came and went at what time, the whole truth of that night suddenly exploded on all of us, as Marcel knew it would.

Because--check me out on this--at ten o'clock almost on the button a stout youngish man arrived in the building, wearing civvies and a hat and toting a shoulder bag and he proceeded upstairs and exited the elevator on Mira's floor and disappeared down her hallway. We didn't actually have footage of him entering Mira's condo because the HOA didn't allow the taking of video of guests coming and going from tenants' private residences. Video of who was coming and going in the elevator vestibule was considered sufficient--it being a choice the HOA made based on input and a vote from all tenants. Fair enough, I got that.

We study the guy in the hat who is carrying the shoulder bag. Bottom line: it
looks
like Stormont. Is it for sure? Anybody’s guess.

We’ve learned that Stormont worked out of downtown on the four-to-midnight rollout. Stormont the unarmed-kid-killer. Marcel quickly associated him with the Ballantine Street shooting of Johnny Washington. His fame had preceded him and, to say the least, we were shocked that he was even on the premises. Why? Because he was suspended at that time, with pay, but suspended nonetheless.

Marcel had spread some money around and obtained departmental records on Stormont. His rank was patrolman. It turned out he was still suspended the night of the shooting. It was a short leap to connect Stormont with Darrell Harrow, who had been prosecuting him for the murder of Johnny Washington.

We reviewed the video several times. The figure we’re guessing is Stormont arrived before the shooting and departed after the other police and CSI and detectives had arrived on the scene. He arrived wearing civvies and left wearing his police uniform—that would be our contention.
How was that for strange?
we all wondered. During the interim, Michael Gresham came and went, leaving after Stormont had already left; Marcel came and went; Mira came and went. We had no actual video of Stormont at the scene because of the restriction against hallway video cameras, but we could guess.

Was Officer Stormont inside of Mira's condo at the time of the shooting? We couldn't prove this either way. However, what we could do with this information is we could suggest/infer that he had been inside and that he was involved in the shooting maybe even as the shooter himself. Who had a better motive to shoot the Deputy DA who was prosecuting him than Tory Stormont? When you give a defense lawyer the opportunity to push the blame off on someone other than his client you've just handed him a huge weapon. Even better, in this case the weapon was double-sided. On the one hand, it raised the definite possibility of a shooter other than Mira. But--more importantly for the case I was defending against Michael himself--it gave rise to an inference that if the police would engage in criminal conduct such as a shooting, maybe they would also engage in planting the murder weapon in the trunk of Michael's car.

So now we were getting somewhere and I was loving our retreat on the lake.

The video rolled for the tenth time. This time, partway through, Marcel hit pause and enlarged a still portrait of the guy wearing the hat. His face was partially visible at the exact frame where Marcel paused. This time Michael sat bolt upright on the salon's leather sofa.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed. "That face. Now I recognize that face!"

This was a moment of breakthrough. Michael’s memory banks had been cleaned out by the multiple concussions. Now the memory of at least one pre-beating event was returning. For one, I was very excited.

We all looked at him, anticipating what might come next. We weren't disappointed.

"He was at the condo. He assisted with the search of Mira's bedroom and took over for the original cop who had been stationed at the door!"

"You're sure of this?" I asked. We were on very dangerous ground here, ground that the police witnesses would violently oppose.

"Sure of it? Wait one."

Michael pulled out his smart phone and began swiping pictures across the screen. Then his face brightened with excitement.

"Look," he said in the voice of the astonished, "here he is!"

We all passed around Michael's phone. Sure enough, the face of Officer Stormont was clearly framed there, standing inside Mira’s bedroom. He was leaning forward slightly, his face caught in the frame as one who has been surprised by the sound of a camera lens clicking like smartphones replicate. I flipped through the several pictures before and after it when it came my turn to examine Michael's shot. There were three other, less clear, shots that included parts of the same officer.

"I took these pictures to memorialize the scene before and after the cops arrived," Michael told us. “It’s becoming clearer to me and clearer. Anyone who knows me knows how little credibility I give your usual cops' claim on cross-examination when they're claiming their glossy crime scene photos accurately portray the scene as they found it. More often than not, I've found they don't do any such thing, that the first responders all too often traipse through the scene, moving or kicking this or that aside, lifting objects to look at them more closely, and all the rest of the dumb-shit stuff that goes on."

"You've certainly recorded that fact with your camera in Mira's case," I said. "This is definitely the same guy Marcel showed us from the CCTV video. But this tells us who that guy actually is. We’ve seen his face plastered all over the newspapers."

Michael nodded vigorously, his face lit up and smiling. It was a breakthrough moment for him, the most invested in a meeting that I had seen him since his release from the hospital.

Michael, I could see, was coming back to life.

"Marcel," I said, "I'm wondering. Can we re-play Stormont as he's leaving the condo?"

"Sure," said Marcel. "Here we are, let's watch."

We all turned our attention back to the flat screen TV mounted on the bulkhead amidships.

The time on the video feed when Stormont rounded the corner from the hallway and came into view at the elevator vestibule was 1:14 a.m. Following after him a little later on their way out were Mira, Marcel, and, later, Michael. No other person came or went in between the three civilians and the cop.

"Let's watch it again," I told Marcel after the initial screening.

Marcel obliged, playing it at full-speed three times: the officer rounding the corner, looking neither right nor left but proceeding directly to the buttons at the side of the doors and pressing the down arrow repeatedly as if impatient and as if repeated pressings of the buttons would actually help.

"Half-speed this time, Marcel," I requested. "Please."

This time, just as the figure came around the corner leading to the hallway, I yelped, "Stop! Right there!" and Marcel stopped the figure's movement in mid-step.

We leaned to the screen and all of us examined it. We weren't sure what we were looking for, but it became apparent that the officer's right rear trouser pocket was perceptibly bulged out. He was carrying something inside that pocket.

"Is that the gun?" I asked Marcel.

He replayed it again then stepped through the video frame-by-frame.

In the end, we couldn't be sure. The bulging pocket was inconclusive.

Then Michael had a different idea.

"Let's look at his backside as he exits the elevator downstairs," he asked Marcel.

Marcel stepped the video forward and presto, there was the same cop leaving the elevator downstairs in the parking garage.

And guess what? His right rear pocket, when Marcel focused down on it, clearly showed the print-through of a revolver. A pistol. We could all agree we could make out the grip, the cylinder, and the length of the barrel. I also knew--as did Michael--that by sending the gun images to the right technician, we could obtain the exact length and probably even the style of the gun. At least we would have the length to compare to the actual length of the gun ostensibly discovered in the trunk of Michael's Mercedes.

Michael rubbed his hands together gleefully.

"So there you are, friends and family. There's the non-smoking smoking gun. Officer Tory Stormont of the Chicago Police Department is seen leaving the crime scene where a homicide by firearm has just occurred, secreting a firearm in the pocket of his uniform. I rest my case."

We were excited. A round-robin of exclamations and thanks directed toward Marcel and his video skills erupted. We were elated.

Then the galley chef called us to lunch. Out on the fantail we enjoyed rock lobster, grilled of course, brown rice, grilled asparagus tips in butter, and iced tea. He followed up with lemon meringue pie and we all fell silent as the plates were cleared away.

Then Michael spoke up.

"I'm ready to come back to work," he proclaimed. "Not just ready to return, either. I'm actually anxious to return. My heart goes out to Bill Grady sitting over there, my incredible neurologist. And to Danny Gresham, my ever steady-in-the-boat spouse. To Marcel Rainford, my trusted investigator, confidante, and sidekick. And to Harley Sturgis, the lawyer without whom I would still probably be locked up out on California Avenue waiting for my turn in front of a jury. Thank you one and all."

We all returned Michael's thanks and comments and the boat grew strangely quiet. Coffee was served as we headed back south along the shoreline.

It was a good outing, at least. It was an incredible outing, at best.

We were ready to present my motion to dismiss.

And we were ready to kick some police ass.

28

M
ichael's judge
was Peter J. Wang. He walked into court the day of Michael's arraignment carrying an arm-numbing stack of law books and a tall Styrofoam cup. Wang was almost six feet tall, had the thick arms and broad shoulders of a wrestler, and smiled a nice white smile that had the chameleon-like ability to turn into a scowl suddenly and without warning. His emotions were at all times apparent and he didn't care, as he had frowned and smiled and grimaced and eye-rolled his way through a half-dozen of my trials and dozens of my motion hearings before him. So it was no surprise that he frowned and clicked his teeth when he opened Michael's court file and read the motion to dismiss I had filed.

It didn't sit well with him. Beside me, Michael nudged me with his knee and I caught his profile out of the corner of my eye. He looked terrified, like perhaps my judgment had been off and the motion to dismiss shouldn't have been filed. I wanted to reach over and squeeze his arm but could not under the circumstances.

Michael had been home from the hospital less than two weeks and still wasn't a hundred percent. Danny and I had spoken maybe five times since his discharge and it was always worrisome how withdrawn and temperamental he had become after the beating. On the boat he had said he was ready to come back but he was also having serious down times. I had included in the motion an affidavit signed by Danny setting out the extreme personality changes she had witnessed. The Michael whom she had married was no longer available to her; he couldn't be reached no matter how calm and safe she made things for him around the house. He was constantly creeping to the curtains and blinds and peering outside, most often rewarded only with glimpses of the security force Danny had put in place around their home and office. He was suspicious even of these people and would take care not to let them see him in return.

Then there was the crying. Periods of depression followed by bouts of tears and laughter intermingled and impossible for Danny to minister to. She was a lawyer, not a psychologist, and she found that living with the new Michael was grueling if not downright miserable. So they agreed to take it a day at a time; sometimes even an hour at a time. Her affidavit ended with the facts in support of her observation that he had earlier lost all desire to practice law, and that, by extension, the police had accomplished what they set out to accomplish, to-wit: the separation of the attorney Michael Gresham from the client Miranda Morales.

My motion to dismiss the charges against Michael then went into a ten-page presentation of the law--hence the judge's stack of law books. The books indicated to me that he had done his homework and had brought along his own points and authorities for what action he had decided to take.

Judge Wang called court to order and then addressed the litigants.

"Counsel, the State has filed an objection to Mr. Gresham's representation of Miranda Morales in this criminal case, based on an alleged conflict of interest between Miranda Morales' case--a co-defendant--and his own case. The sum and substance of the State's objection appears to be that because Gresham and Morales have each of them been charged, alternatively, with firing the gun that ended the life of Darrell Harrow, and of hiding that same gun from the City of Chicago police who responded to the crime scene, there is a conflict of interest. Ms. Sturgis, as counsel for the defendant and the party who filed the motion, do you have any witnesses for the court?"

"I do, Your Honor," I said. "I would call Marcel Rainford to the witness stand."

Marcel came forward, his long black hair combed straight back and tucked nicely behind, as he had humored me and obtained the style of haircut I knew would play best with the court. Moreover, Marcel was wearing a conservative Brooks Brothers suit with a white shirt and club tie. He looked like a member of the bar or a physician, which would impress the judge. Settling into the witness chair, Marcel smoothed his tie and then looked up at me.

"State your name," I requested.

"Marcel Rainford."

"What is your occupation?"

"I am the chief investigator for Michael Gresham and Associates."

"What is your training as an investigator?"

"Four years with Scotland Yard. Six years with Interpol. Two years Chicago Police Department. Five years private investigator licensure. Licensed by the States of Illinois and California. Training includes two police academies, undergraduate degree in police science, master’s degree in forensic science. Oh, yes, also served with the British Secret Service, MI5, on special deployment from Scotland Yard. That lasted another entire year."

"So you have investigated numerous homicide cases, I presume?"

"Probably in excess of one thousand."

"Did you participate in an investigation in this case?"

"Yes and no. When I began my investigation, Michael Gresham wasn't a party. But my investigation has continued even now that he is a defendant."

"What has your investigation consisted of?"

"Speaking to witnesses, reviewing and editing certain videos, studying the crime scene, interacting with both defendants, attending court mainly as an observer, and the usual other things PI's do. This includes picking up and dropping off evidence reports, lab reports, discovery documents, photographs, and articles. Plus, I have participated in pre-trial meetings firm-wide and one-on-ones with both you and Michael."

"Did you have a chance in this case to attend at the crime scene where Darrell Harrow was shot to death?"

"I did."

"How did that come to pass?"

"Michael called me en route to the scene. I responded and arrived there maybe ten minutes after him. I couldn't say exactly how long it was."

"Describe what you saw when you arrived."

"I entered the condo and immediately was confronted by a dead body on the living room floor. Later I would find out this was Darrell Harrow. I paused to get my bearings and to make sure I wasn't contaminating the scene as I moved on into the condo. Michael was there and Miranda Morales was there when I arrived."

"What happened next?"

"The three of us spoke."

"Was Michael acting as Ms. Morales' attorney at that time?"

"Yes, it's my understanding he was. So what they and I said is privileged."

"Objection," said the District Attorney. "Invades the province of the court."

"Sustained," said Judge Wang. "Mr. Rainford, the court will decide what is and isn't privileged. Please continue, counsel."

"I am going to hand you what has been marked as Defendant's Exhibit One. Do you recognize the person in that photograph?"

"I do. This is a photograph of Tory Stormont."

"Is that a true and accurate portrayal of Mr. Stormont?"

"It is. Mr. Stormont is a police officer with Chicago PD and I have obtained his jacket photo and compared it to Exhibit One. It's the same person."

"Did you see Tory Stormont at the scene of the shooting?"

"I did. He helped with the search of the premises."

"Have you seen Tory Stormont since that night?"

"I have, if you include video in that question."

"I do. Please explain."

The witness leaned back and studied the photograph for another moment, thinking.

"All right. I have prepared a video that presents footage of Tory Stormont coming and going in the condominium building where Ms. Morales' condo is located. These are mostly parking garage and elevator camera images, but they do accurately portray Tory Stormont."

At that point I asked the court for permission to run the video. Judge Wang readily agreed and the video was played for him. We also did the still shots and the close-ups and presented Michael’s smartphone snaps. When we were done, I continued with my questions.

"Mr. Rainford, as the police officer Tory Stormont is viewed entering the elevators from Ms. Morales’ floor, do you notice anything unusual about him?"

"Yes."

"What is unusual about him?"

"He's carrying a firearm in his right rear pocket. I have had the video analyzed and learned that the firearm is the same size as the firearm allegedly seized from the trunk of Michael Gresham's car."

"Do you know, did any police officer or other person claim to have found the firearm at the scene of the crime?"

"No one has made that claim, no."

"And with regard to the firearm seized from the trunk of Michael Gresham's car, is that the same size as the firearm hidden on Officer Stormont' person as he's leaving the scene of the crime?"

"Yes, and there's one other thing. My investigation didn't end there."

"Please state that on the record."

"I also learned from the sources at the condominium building that on the night of the shooting the key CCTV surveillance camera in the visitors' portion of the underground parking for the building was tampered with. It was turned away from Michael’s car. All video surveillance was lost in the area where Michael Gresham parked his car that night."

"So you're saying with the weapon in Officer Stormont's trouser pocket that night, there was the opportunity to place that weapon in Michael Gresham's trunk when the video surveillance of his parked car was interrupted?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Your Honor, that is all."

ADA Martha Reddy attempted to cross-examine but basically got nowhere. Marcel was well-schooled in cross-examination techniques and fielded and answered all questions perfectly. I offered no redirect examination and then told the court my presentation was concluded.

Judge Wang then took over.

"For openers, the Court concurs in the allegation of conflict of interest and for the record finds that such a conflict does in fact exist. Now the question becomes, is the conflict one that arises from the underlying factual predicates of both criminal cases--the one against Morales and the one against Gresham--or is a more troubling picture coming into focus here? A picture of the law enforcement authorities taking matters into their own hands by hiding evidence in Michael Gresham's car, namely the murder weapon, in order to create the conflict in the first instance?"

Martha Reddy and I were both seated, raring to go as soon as he acknowledged us so that we could present our arguments.

But he surprised us both, then, as he continued with his opening remarks.

"So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to consider the search warrant's sworn affidavit, signed by Detective Jamison Weldon, and I'm going to consider the beating of Michael Gresham, while in the custody of Detective Jamison's employer, the Chicago Police Department, as a continuing act. Here's what this means. In and of itself, the affidavit signed by the detective which prompted me to issue a search warrant would appear to be circumspect on its face. There was no reason to doubt the facts sworn to and offered to me by the police department when I issued the search warrant. But now, a subsequent matter and other materials, namely the senseless beating of Michael Gresham and the video evidence just presented, have come to the court's attention. These developments compel this court to look retroactively at its original issuance of the search warrant."

Counsel Reddy and I looked at each other. Sitting beside me, Michael nudged me with his knee and tossed me a sideways look. I could only shrug when the judge wasn't looking. I was clueless where this was going.

Judge Wang then continued.

"So here is what the Court is going to do. The Court is going to treat the State's objection to representation and the defense's motion to dismiss as part and parcel of the Court's visit back in time to the issuance of the search warrant. The Court, in re-visiting the search warrant issue, finds for the record that the search warrant for Michael Gresham's motor vehicle was issued in violation of the Defendant's right under the Constitutions of the United States and the State of Illinois not to be subjected to unreasonable searches and seizures. Again, this is predicated on what the court has found to be Detective Jamison Weldon's state of mind, which was that he was evidently willing to do or say anything to see Michael Gresham removed from this case. A state of mind that would go so far as to plant evidence on this lawyer and then come into my courtroom and raise hell because he deigned to still remain on the case and represent his client. Accordingly, the search and seizure of the handgun from Michael Gresham's automobile is ruled to have been done in violation of his Fourth and Fourteenth Amendment rights and therefore all evidence seized during that vehicular search must be suppressed and is, and will not be allowed into evidence before any jury or other trier of fact."

Beside me the breath left Michael's body in one long outpouring sigh of relief. He dropped his head to his chest and I could see the tears.

"Moreover, the court will also grant the Defendant's Motion to Dismiss. The indictment against Michael Gresham is hereby dismissed and he is set free and his bond exonerated. Ladies, have I left out anything?"

"Judge, the State objects! We--"

"Objection noted. Anything from the Defendant?"

"Nothing further, Judge," I said.

The judge then went on to say that he would issue a written opinion in support of the suppression of evidence and the dismissal of all charges against Michael. He then stood and abruptly exited the courtroom.

Just like that.

Michael turned to me and the tears came rolling down his cheeks.

"My sweet God," he said and held out his arms to draw me near.

I leaned into him and hugged him back. Danny came forward from the spectators' section and wrapped us in her arms too.

As she was leaving, I said to the prosecutor, Martha Reddy, "Your client is still facing a Civil Rights lawsuit for money. I'm visualizing a copy of the judge's written findings blown up to whiteboard size and set on an easel in front of my jury. They will read that the judge found that your clients in fact created a case against Michael both with the planted weapon and the police brutality. From where I stand, ten million dollars seems cheap right now. After five o'clock today let's just double that amount. Have a nice day."

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