Page 117 of I Heard It All Before

“Okay,” Maria complied.

“A few months ago, you posted bond for a man named Kamari Logan. How do you know him?” Carrington inquired.

“No, I was only doing a favor to get my son out of jail. I didn’t have the money and the man offered to help me,” Maria replied.

“What man?” the other attorney who was there asked.

“I don’t know. My son went to jail and I didn’t have the money to get him out. I was outside of the prison crying when this man offered to help me. He said that he could help me if I helped him get his friend out of jail. I told him that I didn’t have any money and he said that he would take care of it. He took me to get a cashier’s check in my name for his friend and my son,” Maria replied.

“Who is he? What’s his name?” Carrington asked.

“I don’t want to get into any trouble. He told me that my son would go back to jail if I told anybody,” Maria said as she began to cry.

“Listen, we’re both attorneys. I can assure you that you and your son will be safe,” Carrington promised her.

Maria nodded her head and walked away. She returned a short time later with a worn plastic folder that was busting at the seams with paperwork. She reached inside and took something out of it.

“This is the card that he gave to my son. He told him to call if he had any more trouble with the law,” Maria said while handing him the card.

Carrington and his employee looked at the card and then at each other. They both knew the man whose name was on the card very well. What they didn’t know was what his connection was to Cam or Kamari. Maria was just used as a pawn and she had no connection to anyone who was involved.

“Thanks for your help. I really appreciate it. And here’s my card. Give me a call and let’s talk about getting you and your kids a better place to stay,” Carrington said as he handed her the card and walked away.

He called Cam as soon as he got into the car to ask him if he knew the man who’d used Maria to bail Kamari out of jail. Cam assured him that he didn’t and his grandfather believed him. Carrington had lots of questions and he wasn’t going to rest until he got answers. Maria was a big help in pointing him in the right direction. He instructed his driver to take them to another destination and he was sure that it would prove to be beneficial.

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Amy was dog tired, but she had lots of work to do. She barely got any sleep the night before because she was working on a big case. She had just walked into the building and she was sure that she would be there until later that night. She wanted to get there no later than ten, but it was almost noon already.

“Good morning Mrs. Blaire,” the security guard said when he saw her.

“Morning,” Amy said as she rushed onto the elevator and up to the fourth floor.

After grabbing a cup of black coffee, Amy walked to her office but stopped when she got close. She heard music coming from inside and she never left her radio on. Besides that, Amy never listened to rap music, so something had to be wrong. She started to call security but decided to investigate for herself. Amy slowly opened her office door and almost died when she saw Cam sitting in her oversized swivel chair with his feet propped up on her desk.

“What’s up step mommy?” Cam smiled as he looked at her.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? What the fuck are you doing in my office?” Amy asked through clenched teeth.

“Damn, I thought we were family,” Cam smirked as he held his chest like he was hurt.

“Turn that shit off and get the fuck out!” Amy yelled.

“You don’t like that new Jay-Z? That shit go hard,” Cam said as he nodded his head to the beat.

“Get your feet off my desk and get the fuck out,” Amy fumed as she pushed Cam’s feet off her desk, making them drop to the floor.

“Touch me again and I’m knocking you the fuck out. Try me if you think it’s a game,” Cam said as he put his feet back up and got comfortable.

“I’m calling security,” Amy threatened.

“Call him. He can try to play captain save a white hoe if he wants to. He can get these hands just like you,” Cam replied.

“What is it that you want? Why are you here?” Amy questioned.

“You really do hate me, don’t you?” Cam smirked.

“Yes, I hate everything about you,” Amy said without flinching.

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