Chapter 61. Manhunt

GREGORIAN

I was extremely happy about rising through the ranks and taking over an empire that had become the envy of the judicial system the world over. 

Obtaining the Firm was another story in itself, one I didn't want to ascertain at the moment, because it would be an act of treason against my soul. 

Certain things about my life, dangerous territory, I tried daily to forget. Every time I stop long enough from working...the spirits of remembrance plague me, sometimes driving me to the liquor bottle. I sometimes dreamed that I was a buzzard that ate death.

Sadly, my cohort and dear friend, Max Rommel, a 29-year-old Caucasian, a piranha in the legal world, lay 6 feet underground after being assassinated by an FBI Agent nearly two years ago.

I avenged his dead by killing the Agent myself, and disposing of the body. Was I proud of that, no―but the FBI Agent tried to blackmail me, and I didn't stand for it.

Till this day, hadn't been found,