R Jagger - Lawyer Trap

“You are?”

Moore nodded. “As soon as I leave here I’m heading back to the office to type up a resignation. With the grapevine the way it is, I have no doubt that everyone will be celebrating by the end of the day.”

“Why are you leaving?”

The woman let out a nervous chuckle, as if there was so much to the answer that she didn’t even know where to begin. “That’s not the question,” she said. “The question is, why am I telling you before anyone else?”

Aspen cocked her head.

Good point.

“Okay, why?”

“Because I want to be sure I get a chance to warn you before all hell breaks loose. You need to get out of the firm. My advice to you is to go and go quickly, while you still can.”

The words shocked Aspen.

“Why? What’s going on?”

Moore shook her head. “I can’t get into it. Just trust me. Your life is in danger.” Then she stood up and looked at Aspen one last time. “I’ve done what I could to warn you. If something happens after this, it’s not on my shoulders.”

Then she walked away.

Aspen sat there for a few moments and then stood up and walked in the direction away from the firm. She called Teffinger from Civic Center Park and told him what had just happened.

“My suspicion is that this is some kind of fallout from the heat we put on Bennett,” he said. “Something’s going on and I have no idea what it is. But I do know that things are in motion and that I can’t have you in harm’s way. I don’t want you snooping around anymore.”

“But…”

“No buts,” he said. “At this point you’re officially out of it.”

“But I’m your only inside source.”

“Forget it,” he said. “It’s not going to happen. If I were you, I’d think very seriously about getting out of the firm. Right now. Today. In fact if you don’t, you’re crazy.”

She headed back to the firm, walked into Christina Tam’s office, closed the door, and filled her in on everything. Then added, “I had a stray thought, walking back here.”

“Oh? What kind of stray thought?”

“It relates to the dead guy in New York-Robert Yates,” she said. “Do you remember when we were talking about who might have a motive to kill him, if he was successful in taking over Omega and then merging it with Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I thought of someone else who has a motive.”

“Who?”

“Derek Bennett.”

Christina tried to find the connection but couldn’t. “I don’t follow,” she said.

Aspen stood up. “I got to make a run to the restroom. You’ll figure it out by the time I get back.”

But Christina didn’t figure it out, so Aspen told her. Bennett spent almost all of his time working on Omega cases, his bread-and-butter client. In the antitrust suit brought by Omega against Tomorrow, Bennett had been Omega’s pit bull, the dirty dog who didn’t play fair, the driving force behind the mega-judgment in favor of Omega and against Tomorrow. If Robert Yates succeeded in his goal of gaining control of Omega and bringing it under the umbrella of Tomorrow, then he’d control Omega’s legal work.

Robert Yates, of course, hating Bennett the way he no doubt did, wouldn’t give Bennett an ounce of work to save his life.

Bennett would be washed up.

Even Blake Gray wouldn’t be able to protect him.

Robert Yates, no doubt, would demand that Bennett be completely removed from the firm as a condition of giving the firm any further work.

“So Bennett killed him. He was smart enough to look into the future and figure out that he was boxed in. So he took Yates out as early as he could, before anyone could figure out that he had a motive.”

Christina worked out the details, looking for an inconsistency or a flaw in the theory. “How the hell do you think this stuff up?”

Aspen laughed.

“I don’t know. It just comes to me.”

“You’re in the wrong business, lady. There’s only one thing that doesn’t make sense. Bennett was in Denver when Robert Yates got killed, so he couldn’t have done it.” She smiled. “Other than that little fact, very good theory.”

Aspen stood up, put her hands on the desk and leaned across. “Let me rephrase it,” she said. “Bennett killed Yates. By hiring someone to do it.”

DAY TWELVE-SEPTEMBER 16

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

Draven found a perfect grove of trees in the open space about a half mile behind Davica Holland’s house. He looked around one last time, still saw no one even remotely close, and then lay down flat next to a log. A stick pushed against his stomach. He pulled it out and threw it to the side.

There.

Perfect.

This would work.

He got up long enough to pull a pair of Bushnell binoculars out of the backpack, then flopped back on his belly and pulled in the view.

Damn!

Davica Holland was in the backyard by the pool, reclined in a lounger, facing his direction, pointing her chin at the sun.

Totally naked.

Nicely tanned.

Her feet were comfortably apart. He studied the area between her legs and decided that he was actually seeing her pussy.

The corner of his mouth turned up.

“Sweet.”

The woman was hot-not just mildly hot, sizzling hot. He already knew that after he snatched her, before he turned her over to the client, he’d spend more than a little quality time with her.

Maybe even a full day.

In fact, definitely a full day.

Maybe two.

He could already feel his cock between her legs.

And sandwiched between her tits.

“Oh, man.”

She shifted in the lounger, pulling her arms over her head to tan her armpits.

So nice.

So incredibly sexy.

He pulled the lens away from her long enough to train on the house, looking for a way in. From what he could tell, there were at least three doors on this side of the house. Also, there was a window well on the south edge of the structure, near the back. He could hop down into it and be out of sight, then pry open the window with a crowbar.

Lots of options.

The big issue is whether she had an alarm system. He hadn’t seen any signs in her front yard warning of one. Even if she had one, he’d probably be able to get to her pretty fast if he came for her while she was sleeping. Then he could get her out the back, through the open space to his car, and be gone by the time anyone pulled up to the front of the house.

He trained the binoculars back on her.

She was masturbating now.

Keeping the binoculars in his right hand, he shoved his left hand down his pants and rubbed his cock, picturing his cum on her face.

In one minute he was rock hard.

He maintained control, timing it so that he came exactly when she did.

Later that afternoon, Draven was back at the farmhouse, throwing rocks at squirrels and anything else that moved, when Swofford called. “The client’s supposed to be getting into Denver soon to finish off the tattoo woman.”

“He better be,” Draven said. “I’m sick of having her around. She’s a serous liability at this point.”

“Agreed. I told him twenty-four hours, max. We can’t wait any longer than that.”

“Good,” Draven said. A robin perched on a limb, about fifty feet away, chirping. Draven threw a rock at it, missing by more than five feet but scaring it enough to send it scrambling into the sky. “Also, we got a slight complication at the cabin. Apparently some water guys are going to be coming around to check out the well for some stupid reason. They’re only going to be there a couple of minutes and won’t need to go into the house or anything, but I’m not sure when they’re coming, so I moved the woman over to the place I’m staying at in the meantime.”