Chapter 107
I CALLED LUKE WARREN and he answered on the first ring.
“Did you hear, Jack? About the protest at the UN special session?”
“I saw it and I think I finally get the whole Remari-Mazul crime spree. I think this was a publicity stunt,” I said. “See if you agree. They did the crimes without any fear of doing the time and now the United States is being accused of setting them up. We don’t have a particle of proof, so we’re being painted as villains.”
“The rapes? The assaults? This is good publicity?”
“Had you ever heard of Sumar before these guys came to LA?” I asked him.
“Not really. I wasn’t much of a student,” the captain said.
“Well, Luke, you’ve heard of Sumar now. Look what Remari and Mazul have brought home to their nation: Headline news. A beleaguered small country, a little-known hunk of rock, is victimized by the U.S.A. See? No one will remember what they were accused of and yet they’re in the big time now. Sumar will be recruiting their army on this bull crap for decades.”
Warren said, “Well, back here on the local scene, Mazul and Remari will be released in the morning. We have nothing on them. No confession. No evidence. No blond female complainants. No bodies. Even the drunken doorman has gone underground. We have nothing on them at all.”
“I’m sorry, Luke. They played all of us. They got us good.”