Once We Were Brothers by Ronald H Balson

Author:Ronald H Balson [Balson, Ronald H]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
ISBN: 9780615351919
Publisher: Berwick Court Publishing
Published: 2010-02-01T06:00:00+00:00

Jeffers stood by the window in Rosenzweig’s corner office, looking out over the Chicago skyline on a clear, starlit evening.

“This view makes me feel like I’m standing in an airplane,” he said to Elliot.

Elliot nodded. “Did Solomon sign the order?”

Jeffers shook his head and walked away from the windows. “Not yet. I just gave it to Lockhart today. You were right, she does represent him.”

“That’s what was told to me. Did she say whether or not Solomon would sign the order?”

“No. But if he doesn’t, I’ll bring him into court. We’ll get the order entered one way or another.”

Rosenzweig shook his head. “No court hearing, Gerry. It’s bad publicity.”

“I disagree. Solomon’s a stalker, and dangerous one at that. No one would blame you.”

“He’d use the hearing as some kind of soapbox to accuse me. I don’t want to give him a forum. The papers and TV stations would be all over it, and all of Solomon’s rantings would get air time. No thanks, I don’t need it.”

“Well, he may end up signing it voluntarily, I threatened Lockhart pretty good. I even leaned on Walter Jenkins, her boss.”

“If he does, fine, otherwise let it go. As I told you, I have an investigator on the trail of the real Otto Piatek. He told Brian this afternoon that he has a lead. Believe it or not, he thinks Piatek may actually be in Cleveland.”

“You’re kidding!”

Rosenzweig opened a walnut humidor and took out two cigars. He clipped the ends and handed one to Jeffers.

“How did he find him in Cleveland?” Jeffers said between puffs as he lit his Cohiba.

Elliot shrugged. “Friend of a friend. He’s got friends in low places, as they say. I don’t ask too many questions. The investigator’s been spreading some money around in one of those Neo-Nazi groups and seems to have come across information that Piatek was living in a bungalow in a Polish neighborhood somewhere in Cleveland. Who knows? We may find this guy. He’s tracking it. Wouldn’t that be something?”

“You trust this investigator?”

“Not entirely. But I’ll spend a few bucks and see what he comes up with.”

Jeffers examined his cigar. “Ok. I’ll hold off on the order of protection. Damn fine cigar, Elliot.”

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