By 9:30 a.m., a light rain was again falling as Jeff Samuels sat inside Starbucks waiting for Emmett Jones III to appear. As soon as he entered, Jeff motioned him over to the table located discreetly in the back of the coffee shop.
"Hope you haven't been waiting too long?" Emmett stated as he eased himself into a chair.
"Naw, man. I've just been updating myself on the March Madness college basketball tournament," Jeff said, folding the Detroit Free Press and placing it next to him on the table. "Which team looks good to you?"
"North Carolina, all the way, man. But, hey, we're two busy men so I'll come right to the point. Every year POCA has an internal audit and I'm appointed to this special auditing committee handpicked by Raymond Shoemaker. They liberally sprinkle my name around for credibility but the truth is, I never have paid the least bit of attention to the numbers being crunched around me. I was just too damn busy daydreaming about my latest female conquest or on my cell phone setting up a date for the evening. And actually, they counted on this type of lackadaisical behaviour from me this year too."
"So, that's what the meeting was about this morning?" Jeff asked.
"Yes. This was the first meeting. The internal audit begins next week. And we have the same players as last year. Except this time the game plan will be different. I plan to kick some butt and take a few names for reference also."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I think there's some extremely creative financing going on to benefit Raymond Shoemaker, and I plan to expose him."
"How are you planning to do that?" Jeff said, taking a sip of Starbucks House Blend.
"I plan to stay alert and focused and, to be involved in every aspect of the audit. This time I'm going to make copies of any suspicious transactions."
"And you'll share this with me?"
"You, the Detroit Police Department, the F.B.I., and the world. Raymond Shoemaker is going down. If we can't convict him for Damon's death, we will get him for fraud. Oh, and I've just recruited a new ally."
"Who is that?"
"Nannette Shoemaker."
"Whoa," the quarterback stated, almost choking on his coffee at the mention of Raymond's wife's name. Cautiously looking around the room, he leaned his head close to Emmett's. "Man, that's unbelievable. Are you sure she can be trusted? And have you thought about the danger you could be putting her in?"
"Do you want to catch him or not? Don't worry. I can handle Nannette."
"You're sleeping with her, aren't you?"
"No, not yet. But it's on my agenda."
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