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It often amazed him how he could draw out family trees with the legal system. This con was married to this woman before he went in, and he fathered this child, who grew up to knock over a convenience store on Fifty-fourth and Holland or become addicted to crack, and then goes and tries to blame his father for all the mistakes in his life just because he wasn’t there to be a good dad. He claims he followed in his father’s footsteps because his father wasn’t there to show him the way. And frankly-Flack thought that kind of excuse was bullshit. There were plenty of people who had shaky pasts with shady parents who managed to pull themselves together and do something with their lives, regardless of what their parents had or hadn’t done for them. He didn’t pity the suspect who went bad because a father figure wasn’t there to keep him on the path of the straight and narrow.
Danny had told him once that he might want to rethink that philosophy a bit. That he didn’t really understand how hard it was to go straight after growing up in a life that wasn’t. And Flack knows that that might be the case. But in his mind, Danny was a prime example of someone who had managed to pull himself out of that hole and become a damn good police detective. He has his hot headed moments, and can get himself into trouble, but generally speaking-Danny’s a good guy. Danny isn’t out with the Tanglewood boys bashing in skulls with baseball bats for no apparent reason other than the fact that his family situation made him a bad seed.
Flack has also never been the kind of guy to let people blame their actions, the choices they decided to make on the sins of their fathers-or mothers, as the case may be. Their parent didn’t put the gun in their hand and order them to do what they did. If his lawyer wanted to argue some kind of emotional trauma because of their parents’ actions, that was fine by him, but he didn’t want to hear it. He was just the guy following the evidence-or at least following the CSIs following the evidence. He was the one who told the DA’s office whether they did it or not. It was up to a jury to decide if the guy was guilty.
So when the kid of a con knocks over a convenience store and shoots the clerk, the case gets kicked over to homicide when the clerk dies on the way to the hospital, and the kid is sitting in front of him weaving some sob story about how his father was locked up in Riker’s, never there for him when he needed him, Flack doesn’t exactly sympathize. All he does is tilt his head slightly and say with a smirk.
“So what are you saying here? Daddy made ya do it?”
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Danny had told him once that he might want to rethink that philosophy a bit. That he didn’t really understand how hard it was to go straight after growing up in a life that wasn’t. And Flack knows that that might be the case. But in his mind, Danny was a prime example of someone who had managed to pull himself out of that hole and become a damn good police detective. He has his hot headed moments, and can get himself into trouble, but generally speaking-Danny’s a good guy. Danny isn’t out with the Tanglewood boys bashing in skulls with baseball bats for no apparent reason other than the fact that his family situation made him a bad seed.
Flack has also never been the kind of guy to let people blame their actions, the choices they decided to make on the sins of their fathers-or mothers, as the case may be. Their parent didn’t put the gun in their hand and order them to do what they did. If his lawyer wanted to argue some kind of emotional trauma because of their parents’ actions, that was fine by him, but he didn’t want to hear it. He was just the guy following the evidence-or at least following the CSIs following the evidence. He was the one who told the DA’s office whether they did it or not. It was up to a jury to decide if the guy was guilty.
So when the kid of a con knocks over a convenience store and shoots the clerk, the case gets kicked over to homicide when the clerk dies on the way to the hospital, and the kid is sitting in front of him weaving some sob story about how his father was locked up in Riker’s, never there for him when he needed him, Flack doesn’t exactly sympathize. All he does is tilt his head slightly and say with a smirk.
“So what are you saying here? Daddy made ya do it?”
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