Stiff Arm Steal (Miami Jones Florida Mystery Series Book 1) by A.J. Stewart

Author:A.J. Stewart [Stewart, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Jacaranda Drive
Published: 2013-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Three

RON BOUGHT TUNA salad sandwiches and we sat in my office mapping out a plan of attack for his hedge fund executive case. I struggled to keep my mind on things. I was drifting off, thinking about Orlando and the Heisman thief. I had to admit, The Cowboy sounded better. But we needed to focus on keeping the pipeline going. One case does not a business make. And right now, I had one case going nowhere fast, Lizzy was working pro bono and Ron had this job. And he had just finished a well-paying insurance fraud case. Ron was becoming a regular rainmaker.

Ron was eating and laying out the players for me. Who was whom, who was where. Who might look good to hit up for some inside mail. We were interrupted by the intercom on my phone.

“State Attorney Edwards,” said Lizzy.

We looked at the door as it opened and Eric Edwards stepped through. He was in a long dark pinstripe, blue shirt, pink tie. That combo shouldn't have worked on him, but it did. He had five o’clock shadow at noon. He was tall and thin, and looked like immaculately dressed bamboo.

"Eric, always a pleasure." I said.

He looked at me, then Ron. He didn't say hello to Ron, a registered voter and I knew it must be bad news. “Are you mentally defective, Jones?"

"I'm not the one dressed for a wedding in eighty-five degree heat."

“This is not the time or the place for your stupid humor."

“Actually, given you are standing in my office, I'd say it's exactly the place." I thought calling my humor stupid was a touch harsh.

"I told you to stay away from Sal Mondavi."

"Who?"

"I’m serious, Jones!" he yelled. I'd never seen him yell before. The guy would golf clap at a professional wrestling match.

"Eric, I’m told by sources that you're an okay guy. All evidence is to the contrary, but I'll cut you a break. So listen carefully. Get lost. Get out of my office before you upset me and I decide not to vote for you next time."

He seemed to choke on that last part. "Jones, you are messing in things of which you have no understanding."

"I do that. Here’s something else I do. I go where I want, when I want. And if a merchant of a store, say a pawn shop, who has never been found guilty of anything let alone arrested, has an item that I wish to purchase, then I will visit said merchant to do so. And I could care less what you think about it." I could feel my pulse rising now. I took a slow, quiet breath.

"If you told Sal Mondavi about this investigation you are in all sorts of hurt, Jones. You know that."

“What investigation, Eric? I would think if the Florida State Attorney for the 15th judicial circuit gave information about a confidential investigation to a known associate of the subject of said investigation, that would be a whole world of hurt."

Edwards stood erect, which made him really tall, especially from my seated position.

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