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over Southeast. When I was young we used to live in the Farms.”
    â€œYou mean Barry Farms?”
    â€œYeah, sweetheart.”
    â€œThat’s a rough neighborhood, isn’t it?” I said.
    â€œYeah, it’s rough, but it was cool coming up, because that’s where I learned how to fight, how to pick and choose real friends, how to survive and peep the game. It’s also where I learned how to express certain talents.”
    â€œLike what type of talents?” I asked.
    â€œMusic. I’m one of the original members of the Junk Yard Band. I used to play the buckets.”
    I immediately started laughing. “For real?”
    â€œYeah, sweetheart, I was the man on the buckets back in the day.”
    â€œDid you ever graduate to real instruments?”
    â€œYeah, I took up trumpet and piano in school.”
    â€œDamn, I never met a guy who knew how to play the piano,” I said, impressed.
    â€œThere are a lot of things I know how to do that might surprise you,” Jovan said, smiling.
    â€œStop being fresh. Remember this is our first date.”
    â€œSo, you’re calling this a date? That must mean I got a shot at seeing you again, huh?”
    â€œNo, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant this is our first meeting, and if this goes well, who knows what may happen?” I said, smiling back at him.
    â€œNow you’re the one being fresh,” Jovan said, laughing.
    â€œSo, where else did you live?” I asked.
    â€œOh, we moved from the Farms to the Valley.”
    â€œYou mean Valley Green?”
    â€œYeah, sweetheart.”
    I wished he’d stop calling me that, because it was turning me on.
    â€œLiving in Valley Green was real rough, but somehow my mother found a way to keep me outta trouble. She sent me to the Number Eleven Boys’ Club after school. That’s where I played basketball, football, and took up boxing. On the weekends, she sent me over Northeast to my grandmother’s house, and I liked going over there, ’cause that’s where my best friend lived.”

CHAPTER 3
    â€œThe Lawyer”
    Ring, ring, ring.
    â€œLaw offices of Rohon and Robinson. May I help you?” Cindy said.
    â€œHey, Cindy, this is Mark. Is Jovan there yet?” Mark asked her.
    â€œYes. He’s in your office, waiting for your call.”
    â€œGood. Plug me in,” Mark said.
    â€œJovan?” Cindy said.
    â€œYeah, Cindy, what’s up?” Jovan said.
    â€œMark’s on line one.”
    â€œOkay, thank you,” Jovan said, pushing line one. “Hey, Mark, what’s the deal?”
    â€œWell, it took you long enough to get there. I’ve been calling all morning,” Mark said.
    â€œC’mon, Mark, you called me at home at nine o’clock and it’s now nine thirty-five. I came as fast as I could,” Jovan said.
    â€œDamn. Hope you brushed your teeth,” Mark said, laughing.
    â€œGood joke, Mark.”
    â€œOkay, enough of the funny stuff. Let’s get down to business.”
    Jovan liked that in Mark; he knew when to joke and when to take care of business. Jovan guessed that was why they connected so well.
    â€œLook, I need you to find me some cases on conflicts of interest, ineffective association of counsel, and illegal search and seizure.”
    â€œAre these the issues your client is putting forth?” Jovan asked Mark.
    â€œYeah, but not right now. I just need the cases beforehand in case the government wants to argue; then I’ll already have my guns loaded.”
    Mark always stayed two steps ahead of the government, because whenever they presented something in the cut, he hit ’em right back with it.
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    After Jovan got off the phone with Mark, he went into Mark’s private law library and looked up the cases that would fit his argument to a tee. The fact that this new client was his best friend made him work even harder. He Shepardized case after