Robbery and Murder Department.
Interrogation room of the Narcotics and Anti-Black Forces Department.
Jim sat quietly next to the interrogation table.
"Creak..." The door to the interrogation room opened.
A black man with graying hair, a stocky build, dressed in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase walked in.
Jim said, "Lawyer Kaoom, you're late."
"Buddy, have a little patience. You're sitting here in the AC while I nearly ran my legs off gathering information."
Jim was not convinced, "You're earning money; I'm spending money—that's the difference."
The black lawyer, Kaoom, chuckled, "OK, for Franklin's sake, I was wrong."
"I don't want to argue about right or wrong now. I just want to know why I was arrested."
"The police charged you with possession of stolen goods."
"You know that's not what I'm asking." Jim looked around and lowered his voice, "The real reason?"
"Did you direct Anlek to steal a client's out-of-print vinyl record?"
