-- -- --

"Mr. Burrows." The tall gray haired man extended his hand. "I'm Mr. Morrison your attorney."

"I'm innocent Mr. Morrison. And I have proof." Lincoln set forward in his chair.

"So do I Mr. Burrows. Your brother made sure I saw the video and the pictures that you captured with your cell phone. The problem is someone is going to great lengths to frame you and I need to know why?"

Linc smirked in disbelief. "If I knew I would gladly tell you. But this is all new to me."

Mr. Morrison opened his brief case and sat down at the table. "This will go a lot smoother if you're honest. If I understand correctly you were in the garage tonight, correct?"

"Yes, but I didn't kill Steadman."

"Then why were you there?"

Linc slammed his fist against the table. "I was hired to make a hit but I never got the chance."

"Was the hit on Steadman?"

"No! A guy named Macroy."

Mr. Morrison made a few notes. "And what were your exact orders?"

Lincoln rolled his eyes. "To take out the driver of a silver two door BMW convertible with license plate number AZX 459."

"Did you ever fire your weapon?"

"No!"

Mr. Morrison made more notes on his yellow legal pad. "Where is the weapon now?"

Lincoln huffed. "The police confiscated it when they arrested me."

"I think I have enough information. I'm going to show the evidence to the judge and see if the case can be thrown out. Just sit tight and I'll let you know something as soon as I do."

--

Michael waited in the lobby of the police station nonchalantly he sent some text messages on his phone and waited to visit his brother. There wasn't much he could do now but wait. He had made sure to hire the best lawyer and made sure the copies of the video got into the right hands.

There was nothing left to do, but wait.

Thirty minutes passed and Michael grew uneasy. He walked over to the front desk where an overweight officer was snacking on a bag of Cheetos. "Excuse me; I was wondering if you could tell me when Lincoln Burrows can have visitors?"

The officer spoke with his mouth full of orange dust. "I'm on my break. Ask me in about ten minutes."

Michael hid his frustration and turned his back on the officer. Mr. Morrison just happened along and stopped Michael. "Are you Mr. Burrow's brother?"

"Yes."

"I'm his attorney Mr. Morrison. I just came from Judge Harrison's chambers and I'm happy to inform you that all charges against your brother have been dropped."

Michael eyed him suspiciously. "Just like that?"

"There wasn't enough evidence to hold him. After the video was played of the other three men, the judge threw it out. However, be advised that the prosecutor is arguing that one of the three was Lincoln. So he may be called back into court although it's highly unlikely."

Michael shook his head. "When can I see my brother?"

"He has to complete some paperwork so it shouldn't take more than ten minutes."

"Then he'll be free to go?"

Mr. Morrison nodded and handed him a card. "Yes he'll be free but if you find yourself needing my services again, here's my card."

"Thanks."

-- -- --

"Hey man am I glad to see you." Linc strolled out of the police station and gave Michael a big hug.

"Hey take it easy." Michael laughed and returned the hug. "Come on let's get away from this place. I hear Mel's grilling a mean steak."

Linc smiled. "Did you talk to her?"

"I did. And I am so happy for the both of you. I'm sorry I haven't been around but I plan to change that."

The two men settled into the red SUV and pulled out of the parking lot.

"So do you know if it's a boy or girl?"

Linc adjusted the radio and sat back in his seat. "Nah, it's too soon for that. She's only four months along."

Michael studied the review mirror he was almost certain they were being followed. "Hey Linc, I think we may have to make a detour."

Lincoln took notice of the car and raked a hand across his baldhead. "I can't believe this is happening. What do you think they want?"

"By the looks of the man with the gun, I would say they want you dead. Get down!" As soon as Michael yelled, gunshots sprayed their vehicle and they swerved onto another street. The black car came right behind them.

Bullets met metal as Michael sharply turned corner after corner desperately trying to lose the ominous men in the black car. "What the fuck is going on?"

"I don't know but you might want to consider shooting back."

Lincoln quickly reached for his gun and rolled down the window. Without another thought, he started shooting aiming at the front tire that he expertly blew out on the first shot. The black car swerved and crashed into a group of parked cars.

"Linc, I don't know what you got yourself into but we may need some help."

Linc reloaded his gun and turned to make sure there was no one else following them now. "I don't know what's going on Michael. I told you I wanted out and this was supposed to be my last job. Someone wants to bury me. So who can we trust to turn to?"

"You're not going to like it."

Linc raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Veronica."