She said nothing.
"Let say you actually did, and I don't think for a moment that you did. Just hypothetically speaking, what would you do with it?"
"Well, you can't charge me without entering the recording as evidence. So, we'll let a jury listen to it. Remember, all of this is still being recorded...all the damns, smartasses and dumb bitches. You'd need to explain your unprofessional behavior in a court of law, and you'll fall flat on your hypothetical ass."
The blood faded from his face. He sank into his chair. In a weak voice he muttered, "I was wrought up. You got me agitated, that's all. I'm not normally like this." Then he leaned toward her. "Wait a minute. This is a trick."
"You're right. I was bluffing. I didn't record a thing."
He appeared relieved. "Ah, I thought so. I knew you didn't."
She continued with a look of amusement.
"I don't like that smirk on your face. You did record it."
"Now listen up," she said. "If you persist in taking this confused mess you call a case to trial, we're going to challenge the arrest. We're going to challenge the custody without bond and the constitutionality of his detention. We're going to challenge the inadequate control of the crime scene. All of the evidence you've gathered there will be thrown out. All of it. The balance of your so-called evidence better be squeaky clean, because we're going to challenge the validity and accuracy of every little piece. For the sake of brevity, I've left out a few other possible challenges."
He appeared stunned, his mouth half open.
She continued, "I have a suggestion you should seriously consider. "Call Jerry Kagan immediately and start negotiations for my brother's release. You should drop the charges before the newspaper starts asking why he's been arrested at all. If you take this to trial, you'd better have every miniscule part of the prosecution documented far beyond all your circumstantial crap. We'll find an expert to match every one of your experts. We're going to make you sweat over every syllable you utter until the jury wonders what the hell you're doing in a courtroom. In case you've missed my point, you're going to lose, Moran. Get used to it. Counting on my brother as your fallback suspect isn't going to be worth it. You getting this?"
She gathered her purse contents from the table and walked to the door. She turned. "Oh, and don't worry about replacing that old pocket radio you just smashed against the wall believing it to be a recorder. I found it in Raymond's stupid glove compartment, it didn't work anyway."