Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #329
…Sodomy versus abortion…” Carolyn’s open palms represent the scales of justice; one lowers the other raises and back again. “Which is the greater offense?…
“The door is locked,” Lyn states.
“Here, I can open it…”
The four of them enter, getting a wide eyeful of Winthrop Joyce, in a compromising position with a man in a prison-striped jumpsuit, pulled down for all to see. There is a lag in time between the unexpected opening of the medical room door and the shocked expressions of the two men therein.
Harry Morrison is in the lead, he turns in haste, pushing the other three away. But the damage is already done.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, folks.”
Carolyn Ford seizes the moment, “Aren’t there laws prohibiting sodomy?”
“…yes…” Lower case y, little e, small s.
“Don’t you think States Attorney Hopkins should know about what is going on in Leon County?”
“NO!” Upper case N, big O.
In the vacuous silence of the cold concrete and steel hallway, Morrison is allowed to let the heat of the moment bring his blood to a boil. There isn’t much he can verbalize to explain away what they had just seen.
“Sodomy versus abortion…” Her open palms represent the scales of justice; one lowers the other raises and back again. “Which is the greater offense?”
“No difference,” admits Morrison. Cousin Curt nods.
“We haven’t seen Dr. A.O. Campbell yet. Where is he?”
“He’s in the Negro cell block downstairs, but I see where you’re going and you can back up a mite. A girl died after being treatment by him.”
“Come – come now. I read the deposition of one, Dr. Sapp and it seems he has been given a pass on the eventual fate of Audrie Franich. You have taken his word and thrown away the key concerning Alpha Campbell.”
“If I let Campbell walk, I don’t know whose head will roll.”
“Whose head will roll in a serial sodomy case against Sheriff Joyce? Just him, I doubt it. Wow, merely visualizing the newspaper headlines! Can you imagine… his wife… your wife… would-be Governor Hopkins… disgraced public officials?”
“Fine, Miss Hanes, I get your drift.”
“It’s Hanes-Ford and my reach goes far beyond the front page headlines of the Tallahassee Democrat.”
“Go down and get Campbell, Deputy Curt. Make sure he has all his possessions.”
“We don’t have his release papers,” states Curt, covering his own tracks with procedural detail.
“I’ll take care of that.” He walks Curt to the service elevator while whispering, “Did you know what Joyce was doing?”
“No, but he told me not to ask him why he made weekly visits… at the same time… in the same room. I know my place.”
“I am leaving, now! Don’t screw up and by the way, you didn’t see anything, did you?”