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almost in shock.  "I heard the old man was dead and someone brought him back, who did it? He raged as he looked at the old man talking to his brother.  "You, you’re the old fool that did it, aren't y.."
    The last of his sentence went unfinished as Dan quickly crossed the room and decked the obnoxious fool.  The feel of his fist connecting with the sons jaw hurt like hell because of the force behind it, but was worth the reward of seeing him crumple to the floor.  Dan turned around and went back to the table, took a last long draw of the fine old bourbon, then turned to leave.  Two plain clothed security men stepped up to stop him as a smiling Sigmund junior waved them back.  “That’s OK gentlemen; this man is the hero of the moment.”
    "Thank you, Mr?" Sigmund Jr. asked.
    "I'm Danny Daniels. You're welcome. Please tell your dad to call me when he wakes up.  I'm sure he can find me with no trouble," Dan stated as he walked past the wary security men.
    As Dan rode the train home, he went over in his mind what would happen if Siggy turned down his offer, not trusting many people and not caring for lawyers as a whole. Many worst-case scenarios went through his mind.  Waiting his turn to get out of the train compartment, the hair on the back of his neck stood up as he noticed a couple black sedans that were definitely out of place here at the Surprise light rail station.  Continuing to get out onto the station, the men in the sedans paid no attention to Dan, until he reached his cart and found it would not start.  He looked up to see four men in suits surrounding the cart, and that the parking lot was now deserted. 
    “Mr. Daniels?  We have been asked to deliver a very personal message for you," the leader of the group said as he paused to put on a pair of black leather gloves. "This will only take a few minutes of your time. I apologize for the inconvenience," he continued as a black jack appeared in his hand.  "Now would be a good time gentlemen," he said in a conversational voice as the other three closed in on Dan.  With the cart blocking two of the men, Dan jumped out of the cart and bum rushed the leader of the pack, sending his fist into his attackers adam’s apple, dropping him to the ground gasping for breath , clutching his throat.  Keeping the momentum going , Dan jumped over the luckless attacker as he decided it would be better to run than try to take on the other three.  Getting less than twenty feet he heard the footsteps of one of his attackers closing with him, and that he was the only one chasing him.  Stopping immediately, Dan looked at his attacker and asked who he was working for. 
    "Don't worry about it old man. Soon you will not ever worry again," was the heavy breathless reply, as Dan saw the brass knuckles on his assailant's right hand.  Dan stood stock-still then, grabbed his heart and loudly shouted, "Oh God, this is the big one, My medicine is in my cart."  The assailant only slowly closed on his victim and waited for him to collapse and save him any work.  He was rewarded when he saw Dan drop to his knees still grabbing at his heart , a whimpering sound starting to blurt out.  He came up to the old man to gloat as he died at his feet only to feel the sickening crunch come from his crotch as he looked down and see the old man’s smile while holding him between the legs , squeezing with all his strength.  He fell to his knees in front of the old man begging him to let go ; no thought of fight left in him.  "Sorry sonny, never trust anyone over 70. Now who sent you? Last chance or you sing soprano the rest of your life," Dan asked again tightening his grip. 
    "Geez, it was Mr. Goldstein, now let go, please!"
    "Which Goldstein was it? Dan asked reducing the power in his grip lightly."
    "It was Mr. Sheldon Goldstein, now let go"
    Dan honored his word letting go of the man long enough to connect with a right hook to the side of his head, amazingly dropping him