It was dark outside, dim lights illuminating from the windows of nearby houses. Reading a book all night ain't going to help him sleep.
A phone rings.
"Hello?" Kenneth answers, something about this call makes him feel that something was wrong. "Boss, he's out." A voice replies from the phone.
Kenneth angrily hangs up his phone, takes his jacket and hurriedly exits his house.
It was windy. As Kenneth rushes to his car, he sees a note. "We know what you actually are." Kenneth keeps a straight face, and gets in his car shrugging off the note he just read.
He gets to his destination quite quickly. As he exits his car he shuts his car door angrily and rushes to the back entrance. He is greeted by his employee Nero.
As Kenneth gives him a straight face, Nero knows he's here for the guy. Nero lets Kenneth enter the room, and the place is dimly lit. Two people met him in the room, both were looking really worried.
"What happened?" Kenneth said both calmly and angrily. The two guys were thinking of how they're going to answer Kenneth. "Answer!" Kenneth, now very impatient, slams the door behind him shut. "Calvin got out." Marlon said with a little hesitation and fear tone. "When I went to his cell to check up on him, the lock was broken." Leo added.
"He couldn't have gotten very far."
"Where's Frank when you need him?!" Kenneth said. "I'm sorry, but do you have a warrant?" A muffled voice can be heard from the inside.
"We do, so please, let us in." Then the door opens. "Oh, Mr. Presley, what are you doing here?" The police officer said. "I'm actually here checking some of my past reports and looking for a file of a client of mine." Kenneth responds. "So this place is yours?"
"Yes actually. But the bigger question is, why are you here?"
"We got an anonymous tip that we would find illegal firearms here." Kenneth thinks for a bit, then nods, letting the police officers to search the place.
The police officers search every nook and cranny of the place, but no sign of firearms. "This could just be a prank call." One of the police officers said. "Sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Presley." Another added. "It's fine, at least I found the papers that I was looking for." Kenneth said, almost timidly.
As the police officers left, both Marlon and Leo let out a sigh of relief. "Where did you put the firearms?" Kenneth said calmly. "Secret Basement, East." Leo said firmly. Then Kenneth walks near the exit, then stops at his tracks, "Tell James to check if there are any missing guns. I trust you both that there are none missing." Then Kenneth leaves the place.
Inside his car, he read the paper work he had taken from one of the boxes.
He had a very confused face. Something about what he was reading was very off. The client he was supposed to be defending, had a fake identity.
He took a folder from his work bag, and he was correct. ��John Wesley, you f*ckin idiot." Kenneth said to himself as he threw both the folder and the additional paperwork into his bag. He then drives as fast as he can to his work office.
When he got there, the lights were still on. He walked past a janitor and walked hurriedly to his office. He took another paperwork on one of his drawers. He took out the paperwork he took from the warehouse and stared at both of the paperworks on his desk. He can clearly see that both of the paperworks have the same man, but different name, and different information.
He started typing on his computer.
After a while of typing, he did have evidence that his client is guilty of the crime. Everytime he gets this idea that he's going to defend a guilty client, he blacks out. When he finds out his client is guilty, he would normally confront them and ask more questions, to somewhat add more to his defense.
But this time it was different.
He recognizes the person in the photo. And this worried him. He never knew Nathan was capable of doing this.
He made a quick call to Nero, where he told Nero about Nathan being not dead.
After the call, Kenneth felt stupid for not knowing it was Nathan he was going to defend, not some guy named John Wesley.
Nathan was once working with Kenneth and the others in the gun trafficking business. But one day at one of Kenneth's warehouses, the police raided the place resulting in a blood bath. A lot of Kenneth's men died that day, one of them was Nathan, one of the best he had. He would never think that Nathan would fake his death, 'till now.
With rage flowing through his veins, Kenneth drove as fast as he could back to his home to think more on the situation.
The night passed by, and Kenneth still doesn't know what to do. He knew that being one of the best gun traffickers, and still being a lawyer is going to be a problem.
He always thought of scenarios as to how that problem would interfere, but never in those scenarios would he be defending one of his own. The supposed guy he was going to defend was John Wesley, he was alleged caught selling illegal firearms.
Since Kenneth was once his boss, Nathan could use that information to bring Kenneth to jail and expose himself of being one of the best gun traffickers in LA.
As the sun had fully lightened his house and Kenneth finished his coffee, he went out to his car and saw almost an identical note. "Don't even ignore this, we know who you really are."
After reading the note Kenneth looked around a bit and went in his car. Kenneth thought for a bit and then drove to his workplace with a straight face.
He got to his office where almost nothing has changed, his papers are all messy because of last night.
A faint know can be heard from his door.
"Ready to go to court?" A confident voice said. Kenneth looked up to the door and an average tall guy with slicked back black hair was standing by his door. It was James, the guy he's going to be against. "Ready as I'll ever be." Kenneth answered firmly. "You sure about that chap?"
"Sure as I'll ever be." Then James just left Kenneth in his office alone.
Then it hit Kenneth. "Does James know about Nathan?!"