37 by David Achord

Author:David Achord [Achord, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2019-05-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

To say I was surprised was an understatement, but I kept the best poker face the world had ever seen as the two FBI agents appraised the young man standing in the doorway. My little buddy Ronald Hardison, all five feet six inches, one hundred and thirty pounds of him, strode in with his shoulders squared and his pale face fixed in a harsh, somber expression, like a man with a sense of purpose.

He was wearing the same suit he wore during my murder hearing, the tie slightly crooked, and his horn-rimmed glasses perhaps a little too large for his face. Nevertheless, he stopped across the table from me, stared a moment, and then braced the two agents.

“What is my client being charged with?” he asked.

“Thomas Ironcutter is your client?” Agent Stainback asked.

“Why else would I be here this early on a Sunday morning,” Ronald said. “Should I repeat my question?”

“Obstructing an FBI investigation,” Stainback replied. “How were you notified of his arrest?”

That’s something I wanted to know as well, but Ronald ignored the question. Instead, he nodded somberly, pushed his glasses back up on his nose, and gave Stainback an appraising stare.

“You are Special Agent Stainback, correct?” he asked.

“I don’t recall throwing out my name,” Agent Stainback retorted.

Ronald appeared unfazed and faced Pollard, giving him an appraising stare.

“And Special Agent Pollard, I presume. I have already received a briefing about the two of you.”

“From whom?” Agent Pollard asked.

“From an individual with the DOJ whose pay grade is much higher than yours. The two of you intend to charge Thomas Ironcutter with Title Eighteen of the United States Code, section fifteen-zero-five, am I correct?”

“You would be correct,” Agent Pollard said and looked at the business card. “Mister Hardison, is it?”

“Yes, I am. Sherman Goldman, the founder of the Goldman law firm, is the personal attorney for Mister Ironcutter. Under any other circumstances, he’d be present, but unfortunately, he is out of town at a funeral. So, I will be acting in his stead. Now, let’s proceed, shall we? Have you taken Mister Ironcutter and his associates before the federal magistrate?”

“We were about to, before you interrupted,” Agent Stainback replied.

Ronald nodded, as if he already knew the answer. “Yes, very good. I got here just in time.”

“Just in time for what?” she asked. The two agents were now on the defense. I marveled at Ronald’s bravado.

“Just in time to save the two of you an enormous amount of embarrassment,” he said. He then opened his briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers held together by one of those springy binder clips. He made a show of holding it out in his hand.

“Agent Stainback, I have been advised you are the more impetuous, but you are also more intelligent than Agent Pollard. Therefore, I urge you to look over this document before you proceed any further.”

Agent Pollard grabbed it out of Ronald’s hand and eyed it with undisguised suspicion. “What kind of lawyer nonsense do you think you’re pulling?” he demanded.

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