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lovemaking—and managed to get Sandra off his mind.  He looked out the window, admiring the view.
    Suddenly the phone buzzed proceeded by the receptionist’s voice.
    “Hamilton’s on Line 1.”
    Maize slowly turned away from the stunning view, plopped on the edge of the desk, grabbed the phone and rested the receiver against his lips as if he was planning the next move very carefully.  With one press of a button, Maize was connected with a man he considered to be an old dear friend.
    “Spoonie, how’s the fourth best lawyer in town?”Maize laughed wholeheartedly, took in the last puff from the cigarette.
    “What, you moved up? My nigga. Yeah I got it.” Maize combed through the file cabinet, withdrew a folder labeled S H Case.  Spoonie was a high profile lawyer, in the middle of a big divorce settlement and needed his expertise to provide proof of infidelity where his client’s wife was concerned.  She had signed a prenuptial agreement stating if unfaithful she wouldn’t get a dime of his money. His client suspected her of cheating early on.  Maize tailed her for weeks.
    “I’ll send it over right now.” Maize put it in a manila envelope.
    “Better yet, I’ll do it myself.  I’ll be there within the hour.” He said, glancing at his watch. 
    Click. 
    Maize hung up, opened the drawer, grabbed the frame, replaced the picture of him and Sandra with a recent one of Zoe and moved it to the front of the desk.
    “What a pretty girl.” An older gentleman with salt and pepper hair said.
    “Pop, what brings you by?”Maize said.
    “Do I need a reason to see my son? So, when am I going to meet the girl that’s stolen my boy’s heart?” He asked.
    “We’re not there yet.” Maize lied.
    “This is the only meaningful relationship you’ve been in since the divorce. It can’t be just platonic.”  The gentleman said.
    “Dad, I gotta go.  Come to dinner.  You’ll see her up close and personal.  Doris, hold all my calls.” Maize said, walking towards the exit.
     
    In another office across town, Spoonie was hard at work, trying not to let this case consume him.  The desk was a mess.  Cluttered with documents and verification from another suit he was working on.  He had a very unique filing system. 
    “Someone’s here to see you.” The receptionist announced.
    “Send him in.” Spoonie said, addressing the receptionist. 
     
    A woman walked in, carrying a picnic basket.  His nose was buried-deep in paperwork. Suddenly Spoonie looked up, got up from the chair and greeted her.
    “What a pleasant surprise.  I wasn’t expecting you.” He smiled.
    “Perhaps someone else?” the woman asked.
    “My mistress, you know I’m getting it on the low.” Spoonie said, jokingly. 
    She hit him, playfully.  They shared a kiss. She stroked his black with a tang of gray hair, adored his tall stature.
    “Hi.” Sherry said.
    “Hi.” Spoonie replied.  She sat the basket on the table.
    “I’ll see you later tonight right?” Sherry asked.
    “Eight O’clock on the dot.” Spoonie gave her a peck on the lips, then a longer one.
    “Are you preying on helpless and defenseless women now?” Maize asked.
    They spied Maize lingering in the doorway, darting his baby blues.
    “How you been Sherry?” Maize hugged her
    “You’re looking good brother, almost as good as me.” Spoonie chuckled, indulged in a bro hug.
    “You two have a lot to talk about.  I was just leaving.  See you later sweetie.” Sherry said.
    “Later.” Spoonie said.
    Maize grabbed an apple from the basket and made himself comfortable.
    “So, what you got for me?” Spoonie asked.
    Maize dropped the envelope on the desk.
    “A two timing cheating ex-wife.” Maize added, taking a bite out of the apple.
    “In flagrante delicto.  In blazing offence.” Spoonie said, eyeing the pictures.
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    August 1999
     
    Alex’s swarthy figure emerged from the muggy, wet dark shadows of the Penn Station, toting a large