Chapter 96

LET'S CALL A TRUCE

Barrister Alfred Crusoe was sitting in his small office in the less busy area of Brava going through some documents when his private phone buzzed. He picked it up and looked at the number on the screen.

Don El-Zaki!

A look of pleasant surprise spread across his face.

"The Don? He remembers me today after all these years?" he chuckled. "He must be in some serious trouble. Just like I am in dire need of some serious cash," the shrewd lawyer muttered out loud looking around his dingy office.

He had been looking for money to relocate from Brava to a highbrow area where he would stand a better chance of meeting business clients, contractors, and most especially those moneybags criminal politicians who needed the services of an equally badass lawyer to defend their corrupt asses.

He was a lanky, tall man in his late fifties. A barrister no doubt but not by any means a 'legal' practitioner. His reputation as a shrewd, conman in suit preceded him. But he was a very smart
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