Gilbert Kingston. Jeremy knew who he was before he introduced himself. The photographs did not do him justice. He was much more thin and unsightly in person. His beards grew in all directions and his hair was a mess on top of his head, wrapped in a thick maroon bandana. Gilbert was holding a cigar much larger than his thin long fingers. His cheekbone was prominent, his face looked shrunken, his eyes sank deep into his face, making him look like an object of nightmares. "Did I hear you say you are an heir to my father's inheritance?" He asked, his tone low and deadly, Jeremy could feel the hairs on his hand stand on end as the man spoke. "You heard me, Gilbert." He replied boldly, despite the fact that he'd been overpowered by the three men and now made to kneel before Gilbert. Gilbert sneered at him, throwing the cigar far away and puffing the smoke on his face. "Who do you think you are? Coming here and laying claims to my inheritance right in my face, you must have some guts!

The bus smelled like a gym floor, the bodies standing right next to him made him feel a little claustrophobic. Jeremy was not raised in the finest of places, he'd tasted the ghetto live one time too many times, even in the hands of his in-laws where he was being treated as trash, but still, he disliked his rides more than anything. But he had no choice, a bus was the only thing that could take him to the place he wanted. Information on Sinclair's latest case had reached him and he knew he needed to act fast if he was to influence the outcome of the case. Jeremy wanted to reach out to Sinclair once more and perhaps see if they could come to a diplomatic agreement, after all, he was legally a partner of the inheritance and he deserved equal rights to all information about the will, all he needed was a copy of the will, he wanted to see the terms of the will himself, all that his father had told him was simply not enough. But he second-guessed that option the moment it came to mind.

With a smirk, Jeremy merely replied, "Let's just say I'm your answered prayer."David looked at him, he was still skeptical and so he asked, "I shouldn't plead guilty? My lawyer had advised that I plead guilty, maybe then my sentence will be reduced and I can get to see my daughter once again." He said. "You don't have to plead guilty, Sinclair doesn't have a case, he is just using fear and the knowledge of your past to cage you in fright, he knows his case is not solid but I guess your lawyer doesn't know that," Jeremy said. David sighed, he knew he'd done really dark and dirty things in his tenure, but as much as he knew he could do a few years in jail, he was afraid that Sinclair would want to put him behind bars for life. They had history and he didn't want the senator to go scot-free. "I'm wondering how you'll do this, Domino Sinclair rarely ever loses any case, I've seen his track record, he'd like a vicious anchor that buries deep and you can't escape it." He said, his tone

Sinclair paced the length of his office, he needed answers and so far, nothing was coming up, Jeremy seemed to be a ghost that was suddenly out to haunt him and destroy his already Shay career. Twice in a month, he was going to lose a case and this time, it was making the news. There was surely no way in hell that he could pay the media away from this one, not when they filled up the entire court premises like vultures scavenging for carcasses. "You all have nothing! 24 hours gone and nothing?!" He snapped at his workers who all came with the same report he'd have gotten off Google right at home or perhaps if he wanted to take it a step further, from any cyber cafe in town. He knew that Jeremy was hiding something and he was trying extra hard to keep it hidden. All his searches had produced no results. Sinclair hissed as he picked up the report and stared at it again, he was not buying it. Jeremy Harrison ought to be a normal man, with a job as a medical consultant, earning a mini

In the courtroom, Sinclair had suddenly gone silent, he had nothing else to say, all his points had been countered by the new lawyer and the judge seemed even more impressed at her steady and knowledgeable man. After a few minutes, the witness was led to the stand and he had to ask questions. Sinclair could only ask for his name and age and to give a recollection of what happened that night. "My name is Oliver Luke, I am 32 years old, I have been working for the ministry since I was fresh out of college, however, in...well, I had to leave briefly for a few years due to some___ " "Is there a reason you were dismissed? Violence? Drugs? Harassment?" Sinclair asked, virtually looking for whatever he could pin on the witness and have him disqualified. "Objection my lord, my client never said he was dismissed, he said he had to take a brief leave, that doesn't mean dismissal or being fired." Mr Michael said. "Well, it's one and the same thing, he was being told to leave." Sinclair insi