Blake Parker was nursing the wound on his shoulder, when the phone began ringing. Damnit!

He fumbled with the receiver for a few moments, and finally got it to work. "Blake Parker. Attorney-at-Law." he said, through his teeth, quite angrily.

Lana rolled her eyes. "This is Lana Skye, the Chief Prosecutor."

Blake's sneer melted off his smooth, just-shaven face. "Oh...hello. What can I do for you, Ms. Skye?" He said the last two words with unusual sarcasm.

Lana smiled fakely, as though he could see her. "I have a friend that would love to have the pleasure of talking to you."

Blake smiled, though not kindly. "Put them on the phone then. I would love to talk to any of your people."

Skye frowned. "Not quite. She would like to talk to you in person. At the station, you see, she's a investigator."

Parker's eyes widened. "W-why would an investigator want to...'talk' to me...?" His hand moved to his gunshot wound.

The Chief smiled. He understood. "I think you know why. And, as a consequence of not coming...I might be forced to look into some of your practices. And, you know how unfortunate it would be to lose your license..."

Blake was silent in thought. If I say yes, then they might find out...and I might lose my license, but if I say no, this woman's gonna make my life hell, and I'll lose my license FOR SURE...I'll go with the first one.

"Fine. When?"

"Today. When my 'people' are ready, I'll page you." Lana hung up the phone, satisfied look on her face.

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