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“Wait a minute, I’m confused. You’ve already been charged, right?”

“No, of course not.” He smiles. “I’m lining up everything before I commit the crime to make sure you can get me off.”

I blink.

“Smart, right?” He points to his sheet. “My company hasn’t been valuing me like they should, and I need to teach them a lesson. I also need to show my girlfriend how much of a boss I am.”

“I’m going to make a very rare exception for you today, Mr. Harris.” I stand up. “I’m not going to charge you a dime for wasting my time.”

“Really?” His eyes light up. “So, I’m free to take the five hundred thousand and come back here whenever they figure it out?”

“No,” I say. “You’re free to leave and find a legal way to get revenge. Helping someone commit crimes isn’t how I operate.”

“Isn’t it, though?” He scoffs. “You’re Lucas Hunter’s top lawyer. That tells me everything I need to know.”

“My clients are none of your business.”

“Yeah, well, do they know that?” He crosses his arms. “Lucas Hunter was on my TV this morning bragging about how amazing you are while he was getting arrested. That’s what made me come down here.”

He’s been arrested? I storm out of the conference room and rush down the hall to Rachel’s desk.

She’s not there.

No one is.

Before I can pull out my phone to call her, she steps off the elevator looking as pale as a ghost.

Running toward me, she grabs my arm and pulls me into my office.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” She pants, shutting the door. “The feds picked up Lucas two hours ago, so you should probably head to court to handle it.”

“Please tell me he didn’t really speak to the press.”

“He did. He said, ‘Wait until Jameson Tate gets here. All of this frivolous bullshit will go away.’”

“Is that it?”

“Thankfully, yes.”

“What did they indict him for?”

“Racketeering, wire fraud, false imprisonment, and attempted murder,” she says. “Everything you were expecting.”

“You think there’ll be more?”

“Do you?”

Of course.

I grab my briefcase and double-check to make sure I have what I need for his arraignment. But I can’t help hesitating for a few seconds.

“Something wrong, Jameson?” Rachel asks.

“No,” I say. “Tell Nate to go handle Mr. Hunter for me. He can drive him back here to speak with me.”

Her eyes widen. “That’s not the white-glove treatment he’s accustomed to.”

“If he wants to wait for me, tell him I’ll be available around four in the afternoon.”