Trial of Injustice- Chapter One Preview

Chapter 1

Banker, Alabama 2:45a.m., Thursday morning

Two police cars zoomed through the pouring rain. Officer Macabe grabbed his radio once they pulled into the driveway.  “We’ve arrived at the home of the suspect: 316 John Avenue. Stand by.”

Less than a minute later, there was a pounding on the door. Pastor Ganvis frowned, pulling the covers back. “Who is that beating on the door this time of morning?” his wife asked.

He glanced over at her, sliding into his slippers. “I don’t know but I’m about to go find out.”

By the time he got a foot away from the front door, the pounding increased. He leaned his head close to the door and peered out the peep-hole. “Can I help you officers?”

“This is the police,” a harsh southern voice yelled. “Open the door! We are looking for Thaddeus Ganvis.”

Cynthia threw on her robe and walked into the front room. “Why are the police over at our house? And why are they beating on the front door?”

Pastor Ganvis threw up his hand. “Let me handle it honey. I think they may have come to the wrong house.”

Pastor Ganvis slowly opened the door. Two officers stood on the porch and two more stood at the corners of the house. A wrinkle stretched across his forehead. He looked at each officer and stuck his hands in the pockets of his robe. “What seems to be…”

The short stocky officer standing in front of him snatched his gun out. “Take your hands out of your pockets!” Pastor Ganvis threw his hands up. “Don’t shoot, I don’t have a weapon. Officers, I think there has been a terrible mistake.”

Officer Pertule placed his gun back in the holster. “Are you Thaddeus Ganvis?”

“What is going on,” his wife cried.

Pastor Ganvis glanced back at his wife as tears pooled in her eyes. She stood there trembling, shaking her head in denial. He then looked back at the officers. “Yes, I’m Thaddeus Ganvis….Pastor Thaddeus Ganvis. I don’t see what…”

“You’re under arrest,” Officer Macabe said, taking out his handcuffs.

His wife screamed and ran up behind him. Officer Pertule held her back. “Ma’am let us do our job.”

Officer Macabe stared at the wife for a second and clicked the handcuffs on him. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

Pastor Ganvis glanced back at his wife. “It will be all right. I’m just going to go downtown and see what’s going on.”

She stood there trembling, tears now streaming down her face.

Officer Macabe yanked Pastor Ganvis by the arm. “Let’s go.”

Pastor Ganvis glanced down at Officer Macabe’s hand and then looked at him square in the eyes. “You may want to take it easy officer. I’m a servant of God.”

The officers looked at each other and smirked. “Yea ok, I guess you weren’t thinking about that when you committed murder.”







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