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Chapter 8
Normally his business hours are Monday through Friday, but there are occasions such as today when Arnold finds himself in his office on a Saturday. At the moment he was catching up on some paperwork dealing with some of his clientele. He was working on a report about his latest patient, Mr. Kokashka of all people, when there was a knock at his door. 'Who in the world could that be' Arnold thought as he approached the door. Peering through the peek hole he saw Hiroaki standing there. "Uhh hey Hiroaki!" Arnold said as he opened the door.
"Hello again Arnold, can I speak with you for a moment?"
"Yeah...sure!" Arnold stepped aside to let him enter. Gesturing him to have a seat, they reclined at two of Arnolds waiting chairs. "So...uhh...Hiroaki how did you know where my office is?"
"Simple," Hiroaki said with a grin, "I am a lawyer after, so I used some of my contacts to locate you!"
Arnold gave him a suspicious look.
"I am merely joking Arnold! Phoebe told me." Hiroaki was trying to contain his laughter.
"Oh...haha...ok!" He couldn't explain why but Arnold felt a little sense of relief from that. "So, how can be of service to you?"
Arnold watched as Hiroaki did a complete 180. His expression went from someone who was laughing uncontrollably, to the most serious, grimace look Arnold had even seen. Reaching in his coat pocket, Hiroaki pulled out a small USB port. "There is something I must show you Arnold!"
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Back Geralds apartment, he was in kitchen trying to get his boss to answer the phone. In front of him on the counter was Luther Potters bank statements that he spent most of the morning going over.
"Chief Hauser!" His voice came over the line.
"Hey boss."
"Johanssen, is that you?" Even over the phone Hauser voice still boomed. "Surprised you're calling, thought you be recovering from a hangover by now! From what Creed told me, you was in rare form on the Potter case. Said you're the reason why we have a case against Big Gino.."
Gerald cut him off. "Actually that's why I'm calling. I need some more time on it."
"What?! Why?!" Hauser demanded.
"There was some more information that came to my attention that I wanna check out!"
"Do you have any idea what you're asking me to do? I mean I just handed the case over to the S.A. Jace yesterday!"
"I get that chief, look all I'm asking is for a couple days. A couple of days just to check on some things and afterwards its all good!"
Gerald held his breath when he heard Hauser mumble some choice before letting out a heavy frustrated sigh. " Jace has a grand jury hearing schedule for Thursday...you have until then, afterwards it's outta my hands you got me?!"
"Yes sir!" Gerald let out relaxed breath.
"And Johanssen, you better damn well know what you're doing!" Hauser said before the line went dead.
'Well that went better than I thought' Gerald sarcastically told himself. Now that he had some time on his hands, he began plotting his next move. It was definitely a risky one, but he knew it had to be done!
...
Meanwhile, Phoebe was awakened by the smell of bacon, eggs, toast and orange juice. Looking off to nightstand she found a tray containing those very items along with a single red roses causing Phoebe to smile at that. 'Even after all these years, he still finds a way to leave me speechless' she thought. After finishing her food, Phoebe slipped on Geralds black beater from the night before and made her way to living room. There she found Gerald standing at the counter with some shorts on reading something. Walking up behind him, she then kissed and rested her head on his back while her tiny fingers slowly ran along his chiseled chest and 6 pack.
"Morning!" She softly whispered before kissing his back again.
"Morning sleepy head!" Chuckled Gerald as he turned to face her, intertwining his massive fingers with hers. When he turned and saw her his jaw nearly hit the floor. By far this was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. His beater had a tight fit on him so on Phoebe it looked like it came to her knees, but she had one side tied in a knot so it stopped at her mid thigh. The shirt loosely covered her chest but still gave him a nice view. Suddenly Geralds throat went dry and he forgot whatever he was doing!
Seeing his reaction Phoebe stepped back caressing her body teasing him. "Like what you see?" Gerald could only nod. "Wanna see more?" She seductively asked. 'Man, since when did she become a temptress?' Gerald wondered. Snapping himself back to reality he said, "I would love to beautiful, but I got some business I gotta handle."
Phoebe just shook her head. "Seriously Pheebs, there some stuff I..." she shushed him by pressing a finger to his lips. "Don't go anywhere ok, just stay here with me!" Taking his hand she led him back to the bedroom. Whatever Gerald had to do would just have to wait.
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Arnold was trying his best to wrap his mind around all that Hiroaki had told him. "So let me get this straight...Luther told you to give me the USB port in case something happened to him?"
"Correct."
"And the USB port holds all the financial records of the company his firm was representing?"
"That is also correct."
"So you believe that the was the reason why he was killed? Whoever killed him was searching for this?"
"Yes."
"But why me?! Why not give it to the police?" Arnold deadpanned.
"Because as it seems, Dr. Shortman, you were the only person he trusted!"
Arnold rubbed his hair and face with his hands. How could this be happening to him. Whatever was on this port got Mr. Potter killed, now the stupid thing was now in his possession. Which may now make him a target. But then not only was he one, but now these people could go after Helga, his parents and grandparents, and any one else he cared about. This was not good. And he couldn't believe how nonchalant Hiroaki was acting. Like he didn't realize how he just put Arnolds entire world in danger.
"Hiroaki, I can't accept this!"
"Why not?" Hiroaki appeared unfazed by all that was transpiring.
"Why not?! Well for starters I am a psychiatrist, and second this really is a matter for the police to handle!"
"Arnold please, I am only trying to follow my friends wishes!"
"And I can appreciate that, but whoever killed Luther is still looking for this which puts everyone I care about in danger. I'm sorry, I just can't risk that!" Arnold said waving his hands in protest.
"Arnold please, you do not understand the troubles I had to go through to bring this to you!" Hiroaki began to panic.
This made Arnold arch a eyebrow, "What do you mean Hiroaki? What trouble?"
"I know he confided in you, told you things that many people would be skeptical of. But I believe he chose you for reason. You know it was all true...don't you?"
Arnold remained quiet.
"Please Arnold!" Hiroaki saw him contemplating it so he suggested. "Hold to it, and in two days I will take back and give it to the police, okay!" Hiroaki extended his hand.
Going against his better judgment Arnold shook his hand, " 2 days!"
