steps from their office building. All the attorneys appeared to be under thirty-five, most under thirty. The place was packed, and the attorneys had to shout across the table to be heard. Pitchers of beer and baskets of thick, homemade pretzels covered the table.
A blond guy sitting across from them passed the pitcher over to Tom so he could fill his glass. Eva had introduced all of her colleagues as they drifted in, but Tom could only recall a few. He did remember the blond guyâs nameâDannyâbecause Danny and Eva had held each otherâs gaze longer than expected for two people engaged in a purely professional relationship.
âFill âer up, Newbie,â said Danny. âYouâre lucky to have Eva as your mentor. Sheâll show you the ropes.â
Danny said the last sentence in a smarmy, double entendre tone, but for the life of him, Tom couldnât see any double meaning that might be considered sexual, unless Eva was into the dominatrix thing, which he seriously doubted.
Eva responded to Danny with a glare that could cut glass. Tom couldnât believe he cared about what was happening or had happened between Eva and Danny. He had less than two weeks to plan and execute a murder and there was no time for distractions of any kind, much less romantic distractions.
Fortunately, he thought he may have found a target. Reece Mackey had murdered another human being, and therefore fellsquarely into the âbad guyâ category. That heâd beaten the rapâTom wondered if criminal attorneys really said, âbeat the rapââstrengthened his rationalization. This vile murderer had escaped justice, and Tom the Avenger was flying in from his secret cave to make things right.
He turned to Eva. âSo, what about Mackey? Will he plead?â
âDoesnât get him anything. The prosecutorâs pissed. Mackey beat the murder charge, probably because he did threaten a witness like Lutz alleged. Happens all the time. So theyâre not going to offer him anything for a plea. The jury canât take his arrest into account when trying him on the assault charge, but the judge can at sentencing under certain circumstances.â
âWhich meansâ?â
âWhich means, even for a pissant case like this, theyâre gonna do their best to make sure the vic shows up.â
âWhich meansâ?â
âWhich means in four or five weeks youâre going to have your first jury trial, Booker. Welcome to the deep end.â
If Tomâs plan worked, Reece Mackey would not be facing a jury of his peers in four weeks for the simple reason that heâd be dead.
âYou ought to talk to Danny,â said Eva. âHe defended Mackey in the murder case.â She shouted over the din of the restaurant. âHey, Danny, Booker needs to talk to you about Reece Mackey.â
âYour wish is my command,â said Danny.
Tom didnât want to talk to Danny. He didnât like Danny. And not just because he seemed to have a thing for Eva. The man shouldâve had âassholeâ branded across his forehead to warn the unsuspecting. Okay, maybe most of it was because of Eva. âThat would be great.â
That night Tom drove back into Southeast. Heâd decided he needed to meet with Mackey sooner rather than later and gain his trust. Tom figured heâd be better able to formulate a plan after spendingsome time with him. But tonight he wasnât meeting Mackey. He needed another gun, one that was untraceable. His only hope was Chewy Lewis.
Heâd met Chewy during his third year teaching at Jabazz. Chewyâs little brother, Jerome, was a fifth grader. Jerome was very bright and had a particularly high aptitude in math and science. Tom had taken Jerome under his wing.
Chewy, not even twenty yet, was a big-time dealer. Charismatic with a high degree of intelligence. Problem was, Chewy was Jeromeâs only role model, and the
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