The end of trial had a main attraction and that day the Bezel brothers were it. Kareem stood outside the courthouse going through a Q & A with reporters when his cell phone vibrated. He checked the text and remained stoic and unbothered by what he had read. He put his arm around his brother Andre and his attorney. He had been watching news broadcasts and learning along the way how to sell it to the next jury. All the world was a stage and they were all watching the loving brothers confessing their innocence on the property of the government. It was genius.
Roxanne had done it, and it didn’t take a considerable amount of cash to do it. The caveat of reporting her to her uncle, the former Philadelphia Mayor, and the shame that would be brought upon her family name convinced her to turn in her man. Besides, why would she go down as an accessory after the fact, or for harboring a fugitive.
Kareem was shaken up because so much of his plan was coming together. He felt that God was on his side. Can you believe that an earthquake extending from Virginia to New England forced Andre to be handcuffed in front of a Philadelphia jury? That had to be a purposeful act of God.
“So, what crimes do you have lined up?” a reporter yelled out, as an ambulance sped pass with an FDC prison vehicle following it.
“Check your wallet.” Kareem shot back and smiled.
“Ok, that’s enough for today,” Lemelle said and grabbed Kareem by the hand. “Let’s go Andre,” he said as they walked off.