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It’s all about the fucking money, read the headlines of the popular New York City News station. Ms. Newman had her television set on and it also was the famous quota. Jeff Black plotted to bribe his way into Gracie Mansion by paying off co-defendants Bronx Republican Chairman Steven White and Queens’ vice chairman Kevin Malone. City Councilman Jeff Black and state senator Carl Jones were caught on damning FBI wiretaps bribing GOP bosses to grease the wheels for Jones’ mayoral run on the Republican ticket. Authorities revealed yesterday.
Ms. Newman heard the reporter say before she went on to explain how the FBI used a confidential informant and an undercover agent both posing as real estate developers to secretly record them matching their plots. Ms. Newman was all ears as the news reporter held her undivided attention. She hung onto every word. She began to sweat heavily as a strong state of nervousness consumed her body because the black man she was staring at as he was being cuffed and led to the federal patrol cars from out of his home in the wee hours of the morning was none other than State Senator Carl Jones, a very close associate and partner of hers in the underworld red market/black market organ trading business. For some strange reason, she knew he would talk.
In fact, she was more than sure that he would run his lips about any and everything that he felt would get him out of the hot water he was in. This fact troubled her greatly. She would have to get her hands dirty because she was the only one who could get close enough to him to silence him before he spoke and did damage. Given her position of being a federal lawyer and all, it would be career suicide if she didn't shut him up.
Ms. Newman was sure that she could kill Carl once she was close enough but wasn’t quite sure of how she would. For this job, she would have to be very clever. She finished watching the news and soaked up as much information as possible for the first time in her life, she was scared and overwhelmed. She would not spend the rest of her life in a prison cell. She was in danger, she realized and so was the team. Things were starting to get out of hand and she was seriously starting to ponder on retiring from the legal practice totally. Then fleeing the country to somewhere that there was no extradition because there was no way she was giving up on all the money that she had made on the red market business/black market trading. Besides, she had done too much. There was no turning back; there was no getting out of the business unless it was by death.
That was not an option for her at least not anytime soon, she thought as she prepared herself for her morning shower. A million things ran through Ms. Newman’s mind as she busied herself with her womanly duties. Most of them consisted of the black senator because there was too much at stake. Ms. Newman couldn’t seem to shake the vivid images of herself locked behind bars with some of the same people she had helped put there. She had spent her life freeing clients and tricking them into spending time behind bars.
Shit there was still talk about her having some involvement in the disappearance of her late husband and his therapist girl. There was no proof that she was there which placed her mind temporarily on Victor, Paul’s friend and ex-partner with who she had an affair and knew way too much information about her.
In fact, Victor could destroy both her and Yoda with the knowledge he possessed. She was still unsuccessful in stopping him this far even with the new discovered information on his exact whereabouts. Ms. Newman had become a walking stress bomb in the past few weeks and she wasn’t sure if she could manage to go on a bit longer without exploding or breaking down. She had to much to worry about and to make matters worse, the one person who mattered the most, handled all her problems wasn’t talking to her right now. To top it off, he wasn’t answering any of her calls.
Ms. Newman hated when she got on Yoda’s bad side and knew that she had pissed him off when she intervened with him killing Vera. For some reason, she seemed to have disappeared temporarily. Ms. Newman rinsed the last of the soap from her naked body making sure to get them all. Next, she shut off the water, stepped out of the shower and dried off. She had made up her mind. Ms. Newman felt the need to rush a bit though; time was of the essence and she would be sure to stress that much to Raven and the girls when she put them up to their new missions. They would take place in Canada in the great city of Montreal.
Victor was playing it smart or at least that’s what he thought. He fled the country in an effort to get away from his old government pals until he could find a way to fix the mess he was currently in. To stay alive, he had to remain out of the reach of Ms. Newman’s gun, Yoda! Victor knew that Yoda had a record and that he wouldn’t have a problem at all getting into Canada. What he didn’t know was that Yoda had a team of beautiful killing machines. A new identity wouldn’t help him stay safe. Yoda would have no problem at all getting to Victor because he had made a mistake by revealing his whereabouts without realizing it. In due time, Victor would see that.
After getting herself together, Ms. Newman tried once more to reach Yoda who was somewhere in Texas wining and dining Su Yung. He was still upset with her which was probably why he chose to ignore her calls. After getting no answer, she gave Raven the okay. Next, she set up a secret meeting with Senator Carl Jones through his attorney by placing a call that lasted a minute or so. Ms. Newman had heard on the news that the good Senator was expected to post a two hundred fifty thousand dollar bond within the next few days and she would be the first to see him.
There were wiretaps on Spring Valley’s Mayor Jasmine Gomez and Deputy Mayor George White. They were thought to conspire with Senator Carl Jones and others to steal five hundred thousand dollars from state transportation money to real estate deals that were proposed by an undercover cop posing as a wealthy developer. The Feds said that in exchange, the agent made eighty thousand dollar payments to the GOP bosses on Jones’ behalf. All defendants were arrested at their homes and arranged to be in White Plains Federal Court where they entered not guilty pleas. Bond for all was granted by U.S. magistrate Judge Barbara Murray.
Politics fucking politics, Ms. Newman thought. The position of power could drive some wicked, she told herself as she finished dressing and getting ready for her own mission. She walked in to her walk-in closet to retrieve a very sexy looking chrome and black P90 Ruger. It was one of Paul’s. She hadn't felt the need to get rid of it for some reason. Then just like that, she was out the door in her pretty little M5 Series BMW Coupe. She was ready to take care of business. Hell she could do it on her own.
“To hell with Yoda.” she spat out loud to no one in particular. She would show him what she was made of because unbeknownst to him, she had been doing things like this since he was a toddler. Who the hell did he think he was? These were her final thoughts before transforming into another being and one with her animalistic side.
Chapter Eighteen