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

but he’s the proof you need. I’ve debriefed this guy, and he can be a real asset to you if you can get him on the stand.”

She was quiet for a moment.

“Alright,” she said. “What kind of immunity?”

“Full,” I said, “we don’t want it on his record.”

“His intel is that good, huh?” she asked.

“It’s that good,” I said.

“Done,” she said. “I’ll have my team prepare the paperwork.”

“Thanks, Winslow,” I said.

“This guy better be good,” she said and abruptly ended the call.

I stared at the dead reciever for a beat and shook my head. This was definitely different than dealing with SPD.

I made one last call that I wasn’t sure about, but I tried it anyway.

“Peter Wright,” he answered.

“Peter,’ I said. “This is Henry Irving. I’m an attorney that worked with--”

“Yeah,” he said. “I remember you. You worked on the Jerry Steele case. Got that bastard Allen behind bars.”

“Well,” I said. “I helped with that, we were able to get the police to issue a warrant.”

“Once he came back from Germany,” Peter laughed. “Boom! Busted. I can’t thank you enough for bringing justice to where justice is due. And I know that sounds stupid and corny, but I feel strongly about getting assholes like that locked up. Look, I’m glad you called, because the wife and I were just talking about you the other day. We want to do something for you.”

“Well,” I said. “There is something you can do.”

“Anything,” he said. “Anything at all.”

“Great,” I smiled.

And I told him exactly what I was thinking.

“Dude,” he said. “On board. Totally on board. Just let me know.”

“Will do,” I said. “Will do.

By the time I got off the phone, Jagger was done tuning the guitar. He had now moved to an acoustic rendition of the contentious Stay, and all the women in the office swooned over him.

I rolled my eyes to see even Vicki looked a little flushed. I remembered that she had once confessed to being a semi-groupie in college. Oh God, I’d forgotten about that.

Why do women always love the bad boy guitarist? I never understood that. They’re usually flat out broke. What’s sexy about that? Then, again, this one wasn’t broke anymore. I took care of that for him.

Vicki fanned herself with her palms, and I shot her a look. She smiled and laughed. Then she emailed me via the company server.

Subject: Jagger.

He just reminds me so much of you.

I burst out laughing, and she laughed along with me. Jagger kept playing, although AJ and Leila did glance at us quizzically.

Re: Re: Jagger

Yeah. I can see that. It’s the hair.

Re: Re: Re: Jagger

What can I say? He’s a horrible imitator. Maybe you can give him some style tips.

Re: Re: Re: Re:Jagger

I wouldn’t worry about that. I’d worry about brushing up on your CPR. I think Leila’s about to have a heart attack over there. Who gave her my Batman mug?!

She laughed and hovered her fingers over the keys to compose a reply, but then Tony Sanchez burst through the door. Geez, he looked like death himself. The ass kicking I had given him earlier was still fresh but bandaged, and he winced as soon as he saw me.

Jagger stopped played as soon as he saw him.

“Whoa,” he gushed. “Whose wife did you sleep with, mate?’

“Oh my God,” AJ slapped her hand over her mouth. “Tony, what happened?”

Tony shook his head and glanced at me. I raised an eyebrow.

“Roy’s a fucking asshole,” he said. “I don’t want to have anything to do with him anymore.”

“Glad to hear it,” I held out my hand to him and he tentatively reached out, and finally shook it. He smiled ruefully at me, and I winked.

“AJ said something about immunity?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “Come in the conference room with me.”

He looked scared and AJ turned to him.

“Go,” she said. “There’s no cops here, he can’t arrest you.”

Tony eyed me quizzically and I smiled to soften my expression. Tony followed me into the conference room.

“Have a seat,” I said.

He tentatively perched on a chair and looked genuinely frightened.

“Can I get you anything?” I offered. “Coffee, water?”

He shook his head and I took a seat a couple of chairs down.

“How’s your head?” I asked.

He shrugged. “It’s alright. Sorry about earlier.”

“I’m sorry too,” I said. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

He glanced up at me, and held my gaze attentively. The clock ticked on the wall. In the other room, Jagger had resumed playing CHN songs, and we could hear the laughter through the door.

“AJ’s worried about you,” I said.

“She doesn’t need to worry,” he said. “I’m fine.”

“Are you?” I asked. “You don’t look fine.”

He didn’t answer.

“You’re in pretty deep water, the things you were doing with Roy and Irwin,” I said.

“I know,” he said and he sat up straighter. The words rolled off his tongue, quickly, with the perfect intonation of a bilingual Spanish speaker. “I tried to stop, you know, but it’s hard. So much money, and these guys, I work for, they are dangerous. It’s not easy.”

“I get that,” I nodded. “They are dangerous.”

“AJ says that I should get a good job, and go to school,” he scoffed. “How can I do that? I don’t have the skills for a good job, and I quit school in eighth grade, because it was too hard.”

“Why was school hard?” I asked.

“I don’t…” he shrugged. “I’m not good at reading. Math, I do okay, but then they do that math where they don’t use numbers? What kind of math is that?”

I laughed. “Algebra. Yeah, I didn’t like it either.”

“See?” he said. “And you’re a rich