Trevor Guillaume is my name. The city of Boston is my home. And this right here is my story. What a mad world we live in. Every day that goes by, the human race disgusts me a little more. And I'm not just saying that because of my line of work. I am an Assistant District Attorney working for the Suffolk County Prosecutor's Office. It's not an easy job, or a pleasant one, but someone's got to do it. I am twenty seven years old and I absolutely hate my job. When I graduated from Suffolk University's Law School three years ago, this isn't what I saw myself doing.
Life takes you to many funny places sometimes. Many people tell me they think I should count my blessings. I'm a six-foot-one, lean and dark-skinned Haitian-American man living in the city and life has been exciting lately. I recently got engaged to a six-foot-tall, very voluptuous, big-bottomed and quite beautiful, dark-skinned young Black woman of Haitian descent named Mariah Grand-Pierre. We met at a party in the town of Randolph a year and a half ago. Our relationship hasn't been a bed of roses but we're okay. Mariah is a Patrol Supervisor working for the Massachusetts State Police. One of the few Black female State Troopers on the force. She's a smart, driven and ambitious gal. She's also two years older than me and doesn't let me forget it.
Lately, I have been under a lot of pressure. I'm prosecuting a particularly tough case. Janine Mendes, daughter of former Boston Mayor Thad Mendes has shot him dead. Seven times. She's on trial for capital murder. Janine is a tall, elegant, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, bronze-skinned young woman of Irish and Portuguese descent. She has the looks of a supermodel, and a Harvard MBA. She used to work for the United Nations right here in downtown Boston. On weekends, she volunteered to mentor young women at the local YWCA. In the eyes of most folks in the city, she's an angel. Her father, on the other hand, was a shady politician more ruthless than the average Mob Boss. Many wished he were dead during his long reign as the city's mayor. And now that he's gone, many feel the woman responsible for taking him down should be given a medal, not jailed. I have the unfortunate job of prosecuting her.
It's my first big case. If I screw it up, I might as well start looking for a new job. The District Attorney didn't tell me this, of course. She didn't have to. That's just the way the system works. I've won ninety four percent of my criminal cases. Mighty impressive considering this is my first job right out of law school. To say that I am under a ton of pressure would be putting it mildly. Between the stresses of my job and the pressure Mariah puts on me, I feel like I'm starting to break, folks. The Recession has driven many law-abiding men and women in my fair city to become criminals. Last month, I prosecuted and convicted a thirty-year-old soccer mom from Chelsea who robbed a video store in the South End. Two weeks ago, I secured a conviction against a former corrections officer who robbed a gas station.
