It was late in October and Jack had just finished a case that had taken up most of the month. There were subpoenas and motions and all sorts of paperwork that would make your head spin, but it was all part of the job of the ADA. Adam was almost satisfied, there had been some sort of justice, even if it was not perfect. The perp was given 10 – 15 years for grand larceny. The imperfect part was he was a family man 10 years after the fact and had to separated from his family. They were devastated and completely confounded by Jack's pursuit of justice at any cost.
After the trial Jack was so tired he didn't leave the office but fell asleep on the couch in the clothes he'd worn all day. During trials of this magnitude he rarely got a full nights sleep and pushed himself to the point of exhaustion.
Unconsciousness felt good as he fell deeper and deeper into sleep. The last thing he was thinking about was the trial, particularly the defendant and why he would make choices that would have such serious consequences. Don't these people think ahead? He wondered.
He was standing in his office, thinking it was odd since he thought he just fell asleep. He had a desire to go outside. Down the hall to the elevator and down to the first floor, he walked to the front doors of the office building. Lenny met him before he got to the doors and gave him a piece of paper.
"You might want to check this out." Lenny said with his casual New York attitude.
Jack looked at the paper. There was an address on it. Walking down streets toward the address the sun seemed to travel across the sky rather quickly. By sunset he was standing in front of the address. Other than everything, something about this situation didn't feel right. Going into the building he had to find somebody named Jeff.
A door with the numbers 207 was in front of him. Jack knocked on it and it opened. A man was on the other side.
"Are you Jeff?" Jack asked.
The man nodded. In his hand was a piece of paper.
"This is all that's left." he said.
Jack took the paper and looked at it, it was an obituary for Jeffery Buntz. But the rest of the obituary was unconventional in that it had date of birth and date of death and how he died. Murdered by his Father-in-Law John Campbell.
Looking up he was in the middle of the street, it was night and there was no traffic at all. Making his way to the sidewalk he noticed that he wasn't even in the neighborhood of Mr. Buntz's building. But he was a few blocks away from his office building. Walking towards his office he began to think about what he had just experienced when he heard a sound nearby. It was a TV in a storefront with no window. Some sort of a newscast was on. Looking at his watch it was 3pm, no news is on at that time, he thought. The story was about an unsolved murder and he caught the name of John Campbell. He still had the obituary in his hand and it still had the name of Jeffery Buntz.
Back in his office he looked at the couch and suddenly felt tired. As he lay down he thought it weird that nobody was in town today, must be a holiday he said to himself as he closed his eyes.