pay, but pay they
would. Jeremiah would hit them where it hurt. He’d do whatever it
took. Passing a seed and feed store, he honed in on a horse trailer
parked out front. A slow smile crept onto Jeremiah’s lips as an
idea began to form in his mind.
Jack Foster and his mother Victoria
sat in the waiting room of Hank Dakota’s law firm. His mother paid
to have Hank on retainer, even though he wasn’t representing them.
His office would serve as a meeting place for their attorneys out
of Nashville who were representing them in the case against Troy
and Delaney.
“ I’ll talk to you then,”
Jack said into this cell phone then slid it back into his
pocket.
“ Who was that?” Victoria
asked.
“ An old
friend.”
“ What kind of old
friend?”
Jack smirked.
Victoria glowered at his evasive
response but Jack couldn’t care less. He wasn’t about to reveal the
identity of his “old friend” because it could muddy the waters of
her support—support he needed. The trial was set to begin in two
weeks and the firm his mother hired was finalizing their attack
plan, meeting today to go over strategy. Jack glanced at his gold
watch. Eleven fifty-nine. They were late. Fifteen minutes
late.
“ Don’t get into any kind
of trouble before the trial,” Victoria warned.
“ What’s the matter, Momma?
Don’t you trust that I know how to stay clean?”
She flashed an angry gaze that said
she did not. Jack chuckled. Patting her arm on the armrest between
them, he said, “There’s nothing going on that will jeopardize our
case. On the contrary, I’ve got allies that can only work to help
our cause.”
“ What allies?”
“ Secret weapon allies,” he
said, glancing up as a flood of sunlight spilled in through the
opened front door. The Nashville team had arrived. Jack rose to his
feet, assisting his mother to do likewise.
Three men dressed in full suits, all
dark, all pin-striped, filled the modest lobby of the Dakota Law
Firm. Two wing chairs, a potted plant and a cheesy landscape
picture hung on the wall lined with waynes coating, the office
appeared beneath them. The tallest man in the middle took charge,
his gray hair implying a senior status. “Good afternoon, Mrs.
Foster. Mr. Foster.”
“ Good afternoon,” his
mother replied politely, though Jack knew she wasn’t happy to be
kept waiting.
Dispensing with all pretense, the man
asked, “You two ready to get started?”
“ I was ready fifteen
minutes ago,” Jack replied, ignoring the displeasure curling his
mother’s gaze. Manners should always be
maintained, despite one’s personal feelings . He’d heard the mantra day in and day out growing up with
her. He didn’t need the reminder.
Unaffected, the man glanced toward the
conference room just as Hank Dakota emerged from his
office.
“ Good to see you, Samuel,”
Hank greeted warmly, his navy blue and green plaid button-down a
stark contrast to the professionally dressed men. He looked more
like a farmhand than an experienced attorney.
“ Sorry we’re running
late,” the man replied. “Traffic accident on I-24.”
“ No problem,” Hank
replied. “Shall we get started?” Hank flicked the light on as he
entered the conference room, the gentlemen filing in behind
him.
Jack grumbled to his mother about the
likelihood of the man’s excuse, but followed them in without
further protest.
In the back office, Travis sat hunched
over the computer, legal pad and pen to the right of the keyboard.
As expected, Hank Dakota offered no protest to his request for
computer access. Over Christmas break he’d offered his computer,
saying Travis had an open-door invitation to do research. Mr.
Dakota said he was glad to see another sharp mind entering the
field of law and was counting on Travis working summers for him, a
deal to which Travis readily agreed. Interning for an attorney
would be an invaluable asset on his application to law school, not
to mention the experience he’d gain. While
would. Jeremiah would hit them where it hurt. He’d do whatever it
took. Passing a seed and feed store, he honed in on a horse trailer
parked out front. A slow smile crept onto Jeremiah’s lips as an
idea began to form in his mind.
Jack Foster and his mother Victoria
sat in the waiting room of Hank Dakota’s law firm. His mother paid
to have Hank on retainer, even though he wasn’t representing them.
His office would serve as a meeting place for their attorneys out
of Nashville who were representing them in the case against Troy
and Delaney.
“ I’ll talk to you then,”
Jack said into this cell phone then slid it back into his
pocket.
“ Who was that?” Victoria
asked.
“ An old
friend.”
“ What kind of old
friend?”
Jack smirked.
Victoria glowered at his evasive
response but Jack couldn’t care less. He wasn’t about to reveal the
identity of his “old friend” because it could muddy the waters of
her support—support he needed. The trial was set to begin in two
weeks and the firm his mother hired was finalizing their attack
plan, meeting today to go over strategy. Jack glanced at his gold
watch. Eleven fifty-nine. They were late. Fifteen minutes
late.
“ Don’t get into any kind
of trouble before the trial,” Victoria warned.
“ What’s the matter, Momma?
Don’t you trust that I know how to stay clean?”
She flashed an angry gaze that said
she did not. Jack chuckled. Patting her arm on the armrest between
them, he said, “There’s nothing going on that will jeopardize our
case. On the contrary, I’ve got allies that can only work to help
our cause.”
“ What allies?”
“ Secret weapon allies,” he
said, glancing up as a flood of sunlight spilled in through the
opened front door. The Nashville team had arrived. Jack rose to his
feet, assisting his mother to do likewise.
Three men dressed in full suits, all
dark, all pin-striped, filled the modest lobby of the Dakota Law
Firm. Two wing chairs, a potted plant and a cheesy landscape
picture hung on the wall lined with waynes coating, the office
appeared beneath them. The tallest man in the middle took charge,
his gray hair implying a senior status. “Good afternoon, Mrs.
Foster. Mr. Foster.”
“ Good afternoon,” his
mother replied politely, though Jack knew she wasn’t happy to be
kept waiting.
Dispensing with all pretense, the man
asked, “You two ready to get started?”
“ I was ready fifteen
minutes ago,” Jack replied, ignoring the displeasure curling his
mother’s gaze. Manners should always be
maintained, despite one’s personal feelings . He’d heard the mantra day in and day out growing up with
her. He didn’t need the reminder.
Unaffected, the man glanced toward the
conference room just as Hank Dakota emerged from his
office.
“ Good to see you, Samuel,”
Hank greeted warmly, his navy blue and green plaid button-down a
stark contrast to the professionally dressed men. He looked more
like a farmhand than an experienced attorney.
“ Sorry we’re running
late,” the man replied. “Traffic accident on I-24.”
“ No problem,” Hank
replied. “Shall we get started?” Hank flicked the light on as he
entered the conference room, the gentlemen filing in behind
him.
Jack grumbled to his mother about the
likelihood of the man’s excuse, but followed them in without
further protest.
In the back office, Travis sat hunched
over the computer, legal pad and pen to the right of the keyboard.
As expected, Hank Dakota offered no protest to his request for
computer access. Over Christmas break he’d offered his computer,
saying Travis had an open-door invitation to do research. Mr.
Dakota said he was glad to see another sharp mind entering the
field of law and was counting on Travis working summers for him, a
deal to which Travis readily agreed. Interning for an attorney
would be an invaluable asset on his application to law school, not
to mention the experience he’d gain. While
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