Sedona Law 6 by Dave Daren (best non fiction books of all time .TXT) 📗

know what to do with the idea that I might fail. Vicki studied me quizzically, and I winked.

“Well,” Leila asked as she rubbed her hands together. “So are you going to court, or what?”

“No,” he pursed his lips. “Why would I do that?”

“Well,” she said. “You’re just going to give up on that money?”

“No,” he shrugged and produced the two documents. “He got me the money. He just didn’t get me the amount I wanted. He got me more. Way more.”

Everyone laughed, Leila squealed and jumped up and down and hugged him.

“That fucker there,” he gestured toward me, “he knows his shit, man.”

“Jagger also knows all about Roy and Brent smuggling,” I said.

“I don’t know about anyone named Roy,” he shrugged. “But I know all about Brent. He tried to get me to put shit in my bags one time on tour.”

“Seriously?” Leila asked. “Did you do it?”

He shook his head. “It was some kind of plant, and all in all, it wouldn’t have been hard. But, I don’t know, if I got caught, I’d probably lose my visa and get deported. So, I told him no. He didn’t much like me after that. I think that’s why he tried to screw me over with Stay.”

My phone buzzed with a text. “The FBI team is a little delayed. They should be here within the hour.”

“The FBI team?” AJ asked. “I didn’t realize…”

“Cool man,” Jagger mimed a writing motion. “You gotta paper? I’ll try to remember everything I should say.”

“Yeah,” I said. I tossed him a yellow pad off my desk, and he scratched his head. “Anything I shouldn’t say?”

“Is he testifying?” AJ’s eyes were wide.

“He’s just going to tell the FBI what he knows,” I said. “You should be fine just telling the truth.”

“Gosh,” Leila shrugged. “If I would have known you guys were trying to blow the cover on all the whole Roy thing, I would have told you about it all weeks ago.”

“So you knew too?” I laughed.

“I know about Roy,” she said. “And Tony Sanchez is in on it.”

I glanced over at AJ who drew a deep breath and shifted in her seat.

“You knew about Tony Sanchez?” I asked her.

“He’s my cousin,” she sighed. “He had a really hard life growing up. Deadbeat dad, alcoholic stepdad for starters, the works. His stepdad used to beat him, and make him dig through dumpsters every week for household supplies.”

She shuddered and shook her head at the thought.

“So, when we were growing up,” she said, “my family took him in a lot. Gave him the only stability he ever had in life. But it wasn’t enough and now, he makes bad choices. I don’t think he really knows anything else. Once you get past the exterior, he’s the sweetest person ever and he has a good heart. He just makes...bad choices.”

She sighed deep and traced her finger around her desk. “When the whole thing with the smuggling came out, I knew he was involved somehow. I just didn’t know what or how much. I tried to get him to tell me, so I could get him to confess. I thought if I could find out how he was involved, maybe you guys could work out some immunity deal for him. I even told him that. But, he wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“Get him in here,” I said. “If you can get him in here before the FBI, there’s still a chance at that immunity deal.”

“Sure,” she scrambled for her phone.

I didn’t love that she kept that from the team, but I understood. I guess if I had to turn in my family, it would be a judgment call too, especially if I felt I could win the case without it. I smirked as I thought about the laws my family “skirted.”Yeah, I’d probably have a hard time turning them in too if it came down to it.

AJ got on the phone, and Jagger balanced a notebook on his lap, and chicken scrawled his testimony. He was a performer, virile and full of energy. Seeing him sit there and try to organize thoughts with pen and paper, seemed unnatural. He looked like one of those guys that school had been pure torture.

After several minutes, he tossed the notepad on a chair.

“You mind if I grab my guitar?” he motioned outside. “Helps me think.”

I shrugged and checked the time. We were all waiting for the FBI, and I worried that Jagger might lose his nerve if he stayed cooped up in this office much longer.

Jagger bounded out of the office and returned with black guitar bag strapped on his back. I glanced over at Leila and I thought she would melt with pure lust. I just hoped she’d give me my Batman mug back before she disintegrated.

“How did you get that on your bike?” I asked.

He shrugged as unzipped it. “Straps on well.”

He pulled out a Taylor Gibson acoustic and plopped into a chair near my desk, but it had now gravitated toward the middle of the room. I prepared a statement of all of our findings as Jagger tuned the instrument. I called Agent Winslow.

“Winslow,” she answered in a curt tone.

“Agent Winslow,” I said. “I’m bringing in another witness on this Matthews case.”

“Great,” she said. “We’re on our way.”

“It’s not that simple,” I said. “He’s a flight risk and he doesn’t want to talk. He’s a small player, but he knows all the big ones, and he wants immunity.”

“He’s a small player, huh?” she said. “How small?”

“He does the shipping,” I said. “He just packs and ships what he’s told. But he’s willing to name names, and he’s got them all.”

“How are you certain that he knows this information?” she asked.

“I’m certain,” I said. “He’s a bit player,