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cash for her if I was asking.
    “Yes. It’s being handled by agents in my field office. From what I’ve been told, his driver was pulled over for a traffic violation, and when his license was run, it came back suspended. That gave my people probable cause to search the vehicle, and when the vehicle was searched, my agents found a trunk filled with kilos of one hundred percent uncut heroin. They say it was at least sixty-five million dollars in value. He’s out on bail now.”
    “Damn, that’s a lot of drugs.”
    “Yes, it was. But I’ve seen more.”
    “So, would it be hard to get rid of?”
    “You just say the word and it is as good as gone,” she told me, and then smiled.
    I smiled back at her because I knew everything was going to work in my favor and we both were going to be a couple of million dollars richer after I made the deal with the Devil, which was Sheldon Chisholm himself. Everybody may be scared of this guy, but I wasn’t, because I knew he needed me. Me and Maria held his fate in our hands, so I knew he wouldn’t try to pull any of the stunts on us like he’d done with other people. That wouldn’t be wise on his part. I hoped he had enough sense to realize that. After I counted all the zeros in my head that I would be receiving from him, I smiled once again at Maria and then held up my glass.
    “Let’s make a toast to success!” she said, raising her glass almost simultaneously.
    I pressed my glass against hers. “Success!” I added; then my thoughts shifted elsewhere. “Hey, wait. Who is the Assistant U.S. Attorney on the case?”
    “Relax, girl. Because of the media implications, Brad Carlton is taking it himself…. No assistant on this one—the U.S. Attorney himself,” Maria said, like she knew the deal.
    “Shit, today must be my fucking lucky day. I’m going to play the lotto when I leave here. Maybe I can get richer,” I said, letting out a gut-busting laugh. I was feeling more confident about Sheldon Chisholm’s case already, so I planned to contact him right after lunch. “Well, on a lighter note, I told Paul we couldn’t fuck anymore,” I said, changing the subject.
    “What?” Maria asked, raising her eyebrows.
    “Yes, and he went crazy,” I replied, telling her about the note and his little threat against my career. We got a good laugh out of it. “Paul is harmless,” I said, trying to convince myself that breaking off our little affair wasn’t going to have a horrible backlash.
    After Maria and I ate ourselves to death, I picked up the tab. Before I stood up to leave, I handed her an envelope with twenty thousand in cash in it. “Here’s a little something to get things rolling on Sheldon’s case.”
    Maria took the envelope and stuck it in her handbag. “Thank you very much,” she said, and then stood up.
    Right before I stepped away from the table, I embraced her and then we said our good-byes. “Call me later,” I said.
    “I will,” she assured me; then we parted ways.
    I left the restaurant with a lot on my mind, mainly how much money I could potentially get for representing someone like Sheldon Chisholm. I got excited inside. With the connections I had, I was already confident I could get him off, which meant if I could give him a guaranteed acquittal, I could get him to give me any amount I threw at him. I mean, we were talking about his freedom here. And something like that can cost him anywhere from five to ten million. And since I knew he had money to burn, I might just hit him in the head and charge him the latter. He wouldn’t miss it. From what Maria told me about this guy’s organization, they were supplying 35 percent of the Eastern Seaboard, and that little bit of dope the DEA seized from him was just a tear in a bucket for him. So you see, I’ve got a potential gold mine if I play my cards right, and from where I am sitting, I could definitely come off with a royal flush if I keep pulling from the deck. I can’t see it any other way.