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

white guy with your fancy cars and looking like a movie star in your James Bond suits, and you don’t even understand that math. How was I supposed to understand?”

I laughed again. I was surprised about the suit comment. The last couple of months, I had relaxed to business casual for daily work, and only wore suits when I had court appearances.

I started doing this once I realized that working with my clientele in Sedona sometimes required chasing runaway tigers or being nibbled on by a friendly goat at an actual, real life hippie commune.

Designer suits didn’t seem to make much sense anymore. Today, in fact, I was super casual with starched dress jeans, a dark blue button down, and a sport jacket I’d left at my desk. Probably a little underdressed for the FBI, but I had a tie in my desk.

“Well, fortunately,” I said. “No one is going to make you go to algebra class. I had another idea.”

“Not jail? Right?” he squirmed in his seat.

“That depends,” I said. “We’re prepared to offer your full immunity for your testimony, but on one condition.”

“What condition?” he asked.

“Do you know Peter and Paul Wright?” I asked. “Wright Way Construction?”

“Wright...Way…” he searched his memory. “I think I’ve seen their vans, maybe.”

“They work with young guys like you,” I said, “guys that have been in and out of the system and need a little help getting a leg up in the workforce.”

He listened closely, and I could see I had his attention. I had to be careful how I worded this, because guys like Tony often had little in life other than their pride. If that got bruised, they’d shut down forever.

“They’re a construction crew,” I said. “And they take entry level workers and will train them to own their own business one day. Would that be something you’d be interested in?”

He shrugged. “Construction? I’ve never done that. Plus, I’ve got a record.”

“They don’t care,” I said. “The employment comes with a six month program with classes and a mentor that help people stay away from bad influences and make better choices. They take on anyone that’s willing to make a change for the better. Are you willing to make a change?”

He nodded and touched his bandaged head. “After this, yeah.”

“Good to hear,” I said. “I talked to Peter Wright and he’s agreed to take you on, if you’re interested.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “I can try that.”

“Great,” I said.

“After you leave here,” I said. “Peter’s expecting you.”

I slipped him a waiver across the table.

“This states that in exchange for immunity today,” I said. “You agree to work the six month Wright Way program.”

He nodded. “And no jail?”

“No jail,” I confirmed.

He scrawled his name on the page. I smiled.

“I’m glad you made the right choice,” I said.

He shrugged. “I wasn’t much of a choice. It was this or jail.”

“Still,” I laughed. “You did good. The FBI should be here in just a few minutes, we can go into the other room, and Vicki will get you prepped for your testimony.”

“Great,” he stood and awkwardly walked into the other room.

AJ jumped up as soon as walked out, and looked us over with concern. I smiled at her and she looked at Tony who shrugged.

“Vic,” I said. “Can you get Tony prepped?”

“Sure,” she said. She rose from her seat and grabbed her notebook.

“Tony if you want to follow me into the conference room,” she instructed.

“Can I have someone...” he gestured toward AJ.

“Yeah,” Vicki said. “You want AJ to join us?”

He shrugged ruefully.

“Of course,” AJ said.

The three of them filed into the conference room.

“Alright Jagger,” I said.

I sat down next to him and grabbed his notes. He sighed and put down the guitar.

“Let’s go over this,” I scanned his quarter page of bulleted keywords.

“Great,” he rubbed his palms on his jeans, “Before we get started, though, I’d rather get a root canal first. Is that possible?”

I laughed. “It won’t be that bad. Mainly you’re just going to tell them what you know. You’re not like Tony, where you’re going to have to admit to crime. You didn’t participate at all, did you?”

“No,” he insisted. “There was the one time Brent wanted me to put a plant in my bag, but I told him no. But that was it.”

“Good,” I said.

I spent the next twenty minutes going over Jagger’s testimony with him until the FBI arrived.

Agent Winslow arrived with her two partners. Jagger and I both stood. Jagger dug his hands in his pockets, and I greeted the agents warmly.

“Agent Winslow,” I said. “Good to see you again.”

“Hello, Mr. Irving,” she shook my hand and spoke in a flat perfunctory manner. “Pleasure as always. These are federal agents Johnson and Willis.”

The two men that accompanied her were tall and wiry looking men, both wearing glasses, suits and completely devoid of mirth.

“We’ve got two witnesses here,” I said. “This is Jagger Campbell, and Tony Sanchez is in the other room.”

“Which one are we offering the deal to?” Johnson asked as he pulled out a padfolio.

“That would be Tony Sanchez,” I said. “He works for a shipping company, called Universal Shipping, and he helped to package the contraband.”

“He can tell us who he worked for?” Agent Willis asked.

He had a notepad already open and furiously scribbled.

“He can and he is willing,” I said.

“And Mr. Campbell, is it?” Agent Winslow looked Jagger over with piercing eyes.

“Yes,” he offered his hand. “Jagger Campbell. I personally know what would be called the kingpin of the operation, Brent Levinson.”

“Uh-huh,” she shook it and looked him over. “Are you a U.S. national?”

Jagger cleared his throat and his eyes widened.

“Well, I’m..” he stammered. “I’m a legal