Sergeant Harlan Pruitt was demoted to patrol officer. Officer Keisha Lomax, who had pressed a lock button twice in front of a camera and said I think we need to call the sergeant, received a commendation she asked the chief not to present publicly. He presented it privately, in his office, and he apologized to her for the department, and then he called Julian Ashby at home and apologized to him, too, for twenty minutes, and Julian listened to all twenty without interrupting.
On November ninth, in Courtroom 2 of the John Marshall Courts Building, an assistant Commonwealth's Attorney stood up and moved to dismiss, with prejudice, the charges of obstruction of justice against Julian R. Ashby and Teodoro Barrientos-Mejía, and to expunge their arrest records in their entirety. The judge granted the motion in under a minute. Then she looked at the two men standing side by side at the defense table, the old architect with his arm still in a sling and the young man in a borrowed blue suit, and she said, "Gentlemen, the court regrets that you were ever here," which she was not required to say, and which a clerk who had worked in that courthouse for twenty years told a reporter afterward she had never heard a judge say before.
And in December, after a series of crowded public hearings at which Lorraine Battle spoke, and Delphine spoke, and nineteen valets from eleven downtown hotels spoke, and Julian Ashby spoke for exactly eleven minutes, City Council passed an ordinance that the local papers called the Marlowe Rules. Officers on secondary employment would be required to activate their body cameras for any enforcement contact, and to dock them before every detail. They could no longer take enforcement direction from a private employer or its clients by personal phone; any tip would have to go through the department's dispatch, where it would be logged. Any officer working secondary employment for a private company would have to disclose, in writing, any offer of employment from that company or its principals. The vote was eight to one.
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Teo did not go back to Capitol Premier Parking. Capitol Premier no longer had a contract with the Marlowe, because on October seventh Celeste Varga had terminated it by letter, citing the company's decision to fire "the only person on my property who behaved correctly that night." She offered Teo his old job back, as an employee of the hotel itself, at a higher wage, as valet supervisor.
He thanked her and asked her to give it to Marisol.
Because on the Monday after the dismissal, Teo had walked into the offices of Ashby Reyes Design, on the second floor of a restored tobacco warehouse on East Cary Street, carrying a folder. In the folder were forty pages of drawings. He had made them in the weeks since his release, at the kitchen table of the apartment in South Richmond he shared with two cousins, in a hardback sketchbook that had arrived by courier on October eighth with no note but a business card. They were drawings of the Marlowe: the porte-cochère and its cast-iron columns, the crown in the paving, the rosettes in the ballroom ceiling, which he had never seen in person and had drawn from photographs. There was a section through the east wall of the side lot, showing the footing and the floodlight bracket. There was, on the last page, a careful pencil study of the hood of a dark green car, with a shallow shadow drawn into it just left of center.
Julian looked through the folder for a long time, in silence, while his partner, Lucía Reyes, read over his shoulder.
"You said the hand remembers," Teo said.
"I did say that." Julian closed the folder. "Can you start on Monday?"
The position was a paid drafting apprenticeship. It came with tuition at Virginia Commonwealth University's architecture program, beginning the following fall, paid by a fund that Julian and Corinne Ashby had established in December with part of the settlement the City of Richmond agreed to pay them that winter. They named it the Amos Ashby Fellowship, after a bricklayer from Jackson Ward, and its charter said it would go each year to a student who intended to spend their working life restoring things that other people had given up on.