that my client held the bag by the handles. Your Honor, this is the last straw – so to speak." Judge Parks put a hand up. He'd heard enough from me. He turned in his seat and directed his attention to Norm. "Mr. Folkes, I've examined this bag, and the straw with the actual items located in the bottom of the sack. I am not satisfied that Detective Granger could have seen a straw protruding from the top of this bag. On that basis, there is no probable cause for his search, and all evidence gathered as a result is inadmissible. Including the straw. I am concerned, to say the least, at the recent trend among some officers in classifying soda straws and other innocuous items as drug paraphernalia. Be that as it may, you have no evidence to support an arrest and I am dismissing all charges. I'm sure you had a lot to say to me, Mr. Folkes, but there's no point – I'm afraid, you're too damn late." Jean hugged my neck, partially strangling me in the process. I patted her arm, gently, and she let go. She may not want to hug me when she gets my bill. The judge and his staff got up and left the courtroom. Granger stormed out, shooting me with his index finger as he left. It didn't bother me, I was used to it. "So when can I expect you to file an appeal," I said to Norm. "Not
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