Page 43 of Requiem

Glenn clears his throat, glances at me, and then at his counterpart across the table. “We’re going to have to think this over,” he informs the other attorney.

But Brady Bell shakes his head. “This deal expires the moment you leave this conference room. I’m happy to give you a few minutes to consider right now, but if you walk out that door without signing the agreement I’ve drawn-up, the next visit you get will be from Detroit’s Finest.”

“Fine,” Glenn agrees, indicating that they should leave the room.

Doug goes the long way around the table so he won’t be within my reach. Little shit probably knows I’d like to strangle him right about now. He practically runs the last five feet.

When we’re alone, Glenn takes his glasses off and rubs his temples. “Jeremy, my friend, you never cease to amaze me,”

“What’re my options?”

He shakes his head without looking at me. “You don’t have any options. Not if you want to avoid a trial, possibly some jail time, and the destruction of what’s left of your career not to mention your reputation.”

He puts his glasses back on and looks me in the eye.

“These people want you out, and bad. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t set this whole thing up as one elaborate plot to paint you into a corner.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

“What? No! You can’t go around saying shit like that. You stay away from Doug Lavery, you hear me?”

“I was talking about Jimmy Woo, but Doug’s on my list, too,” I mutter through clenched teeth.

Glenn takes a deep breath before he speaks again.

“You, my friend, are well and truly fucked.”

So it would seem.