Chapter 16 #2
"What info? I'm confused on why you would even think that I would have any information on a man I do not know."
"Because from my research, you just represented one of his closest allies."
"And? Client lawyer confidentiality still exists. I thought you knew that."
"I do," he said, tilting his head, "but you're not representing Crew. And let's be real." his eyes dropped between my thighs as his tone got slick.
"You don't always play by the rules of the bench anyhow, do you?"
I stepped away, disgust tightening my chest.
"Don't be mad at me forever. We are good together, Bria. And we'll be even better once I'm District Attorney. I'll have enough money to move you out of the inner city, maybe get you a house out in Riverdale."
I ignored him, went straight to the fridge, and grabbed a cold bottle of water. My hands were shaking a little, but he didn't need to see that.
"Listen," he continued, "I'm working on a case against Crew for the murder of five members of the Hernandez Mafia and a high ranking member of the Quatar Family. We already know he carried out the murder of my star witness in Jehovah’s case, Kairo Chalvez, but we're building this case first, and then everything else will fall into place. "
"What made you make this premature assumption that Crew is who took out the mafia. Hernadez Mafia most likely had enemies far and wide across New York.”
He smirked.
"That's my girl. Prematurely, is such a defense attorney word. You made it, baby girl."
He placed his knuckle against the bottom of my chin, and I rolled my eyes.
"But, it's because Detective Barnes and I have been working since the courthouse shooting to figure out what kind of loose cannon would open fire on courthouse steps.
We didn't find solid evidence, but Crewshon Banks came across our desk after an informant made us aware of him.
Best friend of Jehovah, right? The one person close to him who wasn't at the courthouse that day or any other days. "
I didn't respond to his remarks.
"There is also another murder that we have to solve and link him too, and that's of an important figure. We figured if we could find out where he lives, and how he moves, we can trace his steps and collect enough evidence to convict his ass," he continued,
"Who is the important figure you are referring to, Marcus?" I crossed my arms.
"Jehovah's father-in-law. Carl Davis. The city councilman who was found brutally murdered earlier this year."
"Hov is married and doesn't have a father-in-law, from what I understand."
"But he was with Cashmier Davis, Carl's daughter, at the time.
Hov and Carl Davis were tight. We found pictures of him in Carl's Boys of New York club.
But then Carl dies, and Jehovah doesn't post anything about him.
He didn't show up to the candlelight vigil in his honor, the balloon release, the funeral, or anything else.
Tell me that doesn't look suspicious to you? "
"Suspicion doesn't hold up in court, Marcus."
He smirked again. "But evidence does. And that's what you're going to help me with. The murders I just brought up were brutal, and the killer deserves to be punished."
I frowned.
"Marcus, you're seriously all over the place. What does any of that have to do with Crew or Hov? Hov's a street guy, so of course he doesn't grieve like the next man. I can tell you now that you will get brutally destroyed in a case like that against a good defense attorney."
"Yeah, with the evidence I have now, but I will get more soon, and my witness will be in protective custody all the way to the stand. Hov won't get off easily next time with his friend sniping from a motorcycle. He and Crew will be in a jail cell together this time.”
"Are you really about to dive into another hearsay case that relies solely on testimony?"
"The witness is someone who is close to all of them who came to me with this information. Here, take a listen for yourself.”
He pulled out his phone and hit play on an audio message.
"So, you're saying Crew is a hitman for Hov?" Marcus's voice asked.
"Yes, he is. I'm sure of it."
"And he murders everyone who Hov has issues with?"
"Yes. Crew doesn't give a fuck who he has to kill, as long as it pays. Hov's vendettas aren't the only ones he sets. He has been known as the Slim Reaper in Brooklyn for years. He's been a menace even before Hov ever held a gun."
He stopped the recording, but now I was intrigued by what they were saying.
"Who is that telling you this?"
"His name is Gio Matthews. Jehovah's only living uncle."
"His uncle is telling you this stuff?"
"Yeah, just like Kairo Chalvez, he got popped out in Jersey about a year ago.
They set up a deal with him to become a government witness, and he's cracked more cases than Matlock, just scheming around the hood and blending in.
An undetectable rat is way more useful than a known one for sure.
" He leaned forward. "That stays between me and you, though.
You know the topic of Government witnesses isn't for casual conversation. "
I was stunned, but I wasn't about to show it. I stepped up close to him, chin high.
"As I said, I don't have any information for you, Marcus. Now, can you please leave? I have work to do."
He smirked, walking to the door. "You got it, baby girl. But before I go, no sex?"
"Zero," I said, walking over to the door and opening it wide for him to have no trouble leaving.
"Buh-bye."
He laughed, brushed past me, and disappeared down the hall, and I locked the door behind him, exhaling deeply.
Before I could even call the front desk to tell them not to ever let Marcus up again, my phone chimed in my hand.
Crew: Keep the sweater, Ms. Lawyer. It looks better on you anyway.
I stared at the screen, smiling before I even realized it.
Then it hit me, I was deep in some shit I didn't even see coming.
Of course, I know who Crew is, but I can't tell Marcus any of it because we now have a bond stronger than anything Marcus and I ever had. Unless Morality hits me hard one day, I know I have to keep my mouth closed about everything I know about Crew. If he builds a case on him, it definitely won’t be with my help.