“Well, Rose Ann,” Adam Greenlee said. “Our caller is none other than Farone Jeondaire, the biggest drug dealer in this state. We know two things about him. He is preparing to go nation wide and is using blackmail to force Jimmy to help him. This could be what your case needs.” 
Chapter 9
© Copyright 2006 by Roy E. Proctor
“Yes, I guess so,” Rose Ann responded slowly.
“Rose Ann, you don’t seem to be very excited about this development. I should think, as a defense lawyer, that you would be beside yourself.”
“I just never dreamed that this case would take this direction. Am I to destroy a great man in the process?”
“By a great man, I you mean Jim R. Watkins Senior, I presume?”
“I just didn’t think that Jim R. Watkins Senior had any huge skeletons in his closet.”
“Rose Ann, are you getting to close to anyone involved here?”
Rose Ann was speechless and the tensions in her face indicated that she was indeed personally involved.
“Rose Ann, I’ve known Jim Senior for a long time. If there is some big skeleton of scandalous potential, then it certainly would have to be sometime in his youth or young adult years.”
An awkward silence ensued between Adam and Rose Ann. Finally, Adam interrupted Rose Ann’s painful thoughts.
“Look, Rose Ann, don’t you owe it to yourself to find out what the issue is? Maybe Jim Senior can give some plausible explanation. You do think he has more than made amends for his past, don’t you?”
After pondering Adam’s question, Rose Ann replied, “Okay, where would you suggest I start?”
“Well, the prosecution would like to get to this Jeondaire character. They want our agreement to send a swat team, with a search warrant, and sort of clean him out. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
***
“They searched Jeondaire’s office thoroughly, even the contents of his computer,” Adam proudly announced. “Those guys really did their job.”
“Why, there must be a hundred pieces of evidence here,” Rose Ann stated. “This guy is really into drugs, big time.”
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the print of a particular document stood out in bold print. It was a business license issued by the city of San Francisco. The information on it nearly cramped Rose Ann’s heart into stone.
Business Name: The Comfort Zone
Owner: Jim R. Watkins Senior
Nature of Business: Men’s Bath House.
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