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CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

Log 11/04/2018 16:08 EST

Transcript: Dannemora, Clinton Correctional Facility / monitored phone recording

Present: Carolyn Douglas (attorney)

Ruben Lucero (inmate)

[Ruben Lucero] When are you getting me out? I can’t take this place no more.

[Carolyn Douglas] You didn’t make bail, Ruben. I can’t get you out. Not now, anyway.

[Lucero] Bullshit. You ain’t even trying. Public defender. I need a real attorney.

[Douglas] When you’re back in front of the judge next week, we’ll try and get your bail reduced. Until then, you’ll need to sit tight.

[Lucero] Sit tight? Are you kidding me? If you can’t get me out, at least get me out of gen-pop. Have them put me in protective custody. Isolation. Whatever. I don’t care, just get me someplace safe. I go back in the yard, I ain’t walking out. That’s for damn sure.

[Douglas] I’ve made the warden aware of your concerns.

[Lucero] Yeah, I’m sure you lit a fire under him. Did you at least pick up that box I told you about?

[Douglas] I told you, I can’t do that. It’s outside the scope of my job.

[Lucero] Your job is to keep me out of jail.

[Douglas] Not by destroying evidence.

[Lucero] I didn’t tell you to destroy it, I just want you to move it before the cops find it.

[Douglas] I won’t do that either.

[Lucero] Of course not. You want to see me burn, is that it? Give me some half-assed defense so you can sleep at night but you got no intention of getting me out of here. Fuck the judge and jury, you already decided what needs to happen to me. You’re no better than that bitch I put down. She was a prick tease, and you’re a—

[Douglas] Ruben, all calls here are monitored. Watch what you say on—

[Lucero] It don’t matter if I’m dead. You don’t give a shit about me.

[Douglas] If this call is being monitored, I want to point out I’m this inmate’s attorney and this conversation is privileged.

[Lucero] Go get the damn box!

[ Call disconnected .]

[ End of recording .]

/MG/GTS