“Huh, that went about as I expected, though I really did think he would throw a punch,” I
thought to myself.
I knew that was the right decision to pick a very public place to drop the bomb on poor
Nick. It was for both of ours good, mainly because Nick would need some time to settle his anger
and properly assess the situation. I could also keep all of my teeth.
If I knew exactly what Oleg said to Nick, I believed I could help him, but he seemed to
be in no shape for a full recap of the conversation. Obviously, they weren't going to tell him he
was a dead man no matter what, so I was running 50/50 on whether I believed Julio's word to me
that he would leave Nick and his family alone if he cooperated. The cartel didn't like loose
strings. Yeah, the Linders screwed up big time by trying to fight off Oleg and his gang instead of
just giving the inside information of the Zintar drug study, but Julio still scared the crap out of
me. Not a day went by that I didn't think about the day Julio finds himself an easier drug
laundering solution and my firm becomes expendable. That's the day my family runs for the hills.
“Honey, you okay?” Claire asked me as I sat down next to her. We were no longer sitting
near the Johnsons.
I looked at my wife with a huge, fake smile. “Oh, yeah, I heard Nick was appointed to a
drug trial for Dystal, and I wanted to congratulate him. You know, it's not like we speak to each
other anymore.”
“Well, don't get me started on all of that!” Claire whispered. “You can thank poor, easily
wounded Susan for this mess. I thought she was thicker skinned, you know, with her business
background and all, but…”
“Alright, alright!” I interrupted. “How's the game going”
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Damage Control
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Morristown was up 3-1.
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Damage Control
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Tuesday, November 5