The Broken Lawyer: A Legal Thriller by DONALD L'ABBATE

Author:DONALD L'ABBATE [L'Abbate, Donald]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-06-08T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 51

Ican’t say that I was thrilled with the turn of events. It certainly seemed like the Triad was on to something, and it might include knowing about a lawyer. Not me specifically, but apparently I was in the running.

I liked to think that I could take care of myself. In my younger days, I probably could, but now at my age, I’d be kidding myself if I thought I could protect myself from the Triad.

A couple of weeks ago, when I was still drinking, it might have been a different story because back then, I had what I call booze muscles. Those are the muscles you think you have when you’re drunk.

Most times, booze muscles lead to a busted nose and a couple of black eyes. Fortunately for me, I never pushed things that far. Whenever I got into a scrape that got physical, I relied on my golden tongue and delightful sense of humor, so getting pushed onto my ass was the worst I got.

As I walked over to Lexington Avenue and up to 51st Street to catch the downtown subway, I started thinking about what would happen if the Triad did uncover the plan.

My first thought was they’d kill the Huangs right away. But then it dawned on me if they did that, they’d be tipping off the FBI that they knew the plan. Once the FBI knew the operation had been compromised, they’d probably broaden their net, figuring the diamonds were still in the United States.

On the other hand, if the Triad just kept stringing Junior along, they could smuggle the diamonds out of the country while the FBI was waiting for them to be passed to Junior. Then they’d kill all the Huangs, maybe me, and maybe Tommy and his grandfather.

I was thinking crazy, and as I rode the subway downtown my mind was filled with some very unpleasant scenarios. I was almost beginning to wish I had never gotten involved with the Huangs. But then I remembered the money, and I started to feel better. At least, if they killed me, I’d die with money in my pocket and clean underwear. I had promised my mother I’d always wear clean underwear, so if I ever got into an accident and was taken to the hospital, she wouldn’t be embarrassed.

I needed to cheer up, so I began thinking about Liz and about Gracie, and, to be truthful, I was in my mind comparing their asses. Yes, as we have already established, I am somewhat of a sex fiend, but let me say this in my defense. It has been my experience when one’s filled with negative thoughts, nothing works better to change that mindset than thinking about sex.

Actually having sex works a lot better, but I didn’t think the young woman sitting next to me on the subway would be interested in helping me improve my state of mind by having sex with me.

By the time we reached Canal Street, my mental state was definitely improved.

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