Sam was quiet on
the drive to his office but Jenny more than made up for his end of the
conversation. As she chattered away, he
wondered how it had all gone so wrong.
Overwhelmed with feelings of failure, and the guilt of putting Jenny at
risk, had Sam’s mind churning overtime.
Yet, in the midst, a plan sprang to mind. It would require him to swallow his pride but
Jenny was worth it.
“Hey! Did you hear what I said,” Jenny demanded.
“Um…”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” she
grumbled angrily. “I’ll need to borrow
your car at lunchtime. I have a couple of errands to run.”
“Why do you need my
car,” he asked.
“Hello, my car is at my apartment,
remember? You picked me up last night to go out and we spent the night at your
place. What’s with you this morning?
Sam muttered
some excuse about not sleeping well and gave her a vague reply regarding the
car. A lot would depend on how far he
progressed with his plan. In order to keep
Jenny nearby but also far enough away that she couldn’t overhear him on the
phone, he sent her to the basement to dig out an old file on a past
customer. It was a cruel assignment, since his older records were a shambles and she’d have better luck finding a
needle in a haystack but it had to be done.
Once she disappeared, he went into his office and shut the door. He flipped through his stack of business
cards until he reached Detective Todd Kelley. As a general rule, Sam tried to
avoid the local police but this time he had no choice. Todd was an old poker buddy so he could be
trusted; however, that didn’t make the task at hand any less
uncomfortable. A part of him hoped his
cop buddy would be too busy but he answered rather quickly. After a brief exchanged of pleasantries, Sam
got down to business.
“Listen, the reason I called is,” he
paused for a moment as he peeked his head out the door to make sure Jenny was
nowhere to be seen. “Well, I uncovered
something pretty serious while working a case for one of my clients and I
didn’t really know who else to call.”
With his heart
in his throat, Sam relayed the entire story to his friend. When he finally finished his friend took a
deep breath and sighed.
“That’s one helluva story, Sam. I
had no idea you were so creative. Maybe
you should write a book. Hey, I’m honored that you chose me to bounce your ideas
off of…I mean, I’m assuming that’s what’s going on here because, as a detective,
you know as well as I do, there’s this little thing called proof that we need
to arrest someone for, I dunno, let’s say, murder, or fraud, reckless
endangerment. Even if this was true, I’ve
got nothing to base an investigation on.
I’ve got your word against his. I can’t even count the Carney chick you were
with since she was drinking. If you had
the recording, that would be different.
It’s inadmissible by law but still enough to give us a reason
to investigate.”
“What about the boxes of cash that
are being sent to this jerk? Can’t we
nail him on that?”
“Gimme the address and I’ll see what
I can do, okay?” Detective Kelley grudgingly agreed. “Tell me you have that, at least.”
“Not yet, but I’m pretty sure I’ll
be able to get it very soon. Will you be
able to get those poor saps their money back?”
“Maybe,” Todd answered,
though he doubted it.
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