Kareem awoke refreshed after a long night of sexual pleasure with Toi. He grabbed a shower and kissed her goodbye, before he hopped in a cab and headed to his bank job. Indeed it was a bank job. He arrived at his office, and as soon as he clocked in using his desktop computer, his bank manager and two unidentified men walked into his office. He was startled by the intrusion, but kept his cool. Not worried about a thing, even though, he thought that they were policemen.
He was right.
The men flashed their badges and introduced themselves.
He learned that they were from the Secret Service. “Oh, great! I guess this meeting is not a secret, though.” First, I’m loosing my bitch, and now this. What the fuck is my life becoming? It’s crashing and burning piece-by-piece.
“Neither is all of the money that you have been purloining. Stand up for me.”
“For what? Am I under arrest?”
The man pulled out an affidavit to arrest Kareem Jamel Bezel. “You’re definitely under arrest.”
“Diane, what are they doing here?” Kareem asked the bank manager.
“You did not think that you could continue to get away with the things you have been doing here under my watch? Did you?”
“I have not committed a crime here!”
“Oh, cut the shit, mister. We have you and your accomplices stealing fiercely at Chase,” said Agent Baine.
“Yeah, giving us their names and telling us how you all operate would look good to the US Attorney,” said Agent Williams.
“Really,” Kareem said, rubbing his goatee. “Too bad, I maintain my innocence.”
“Come on. We have video surveillance of you and them taking down Chase. Clever costumes, I must say,” Agent Baine said, pulling out a CD-book filled with DVD-R discs, which he claimed captured all of Kareem’s actions.
“Lies and deceit. You have to wake up earlier in the a.m. to pull one over on me. Show me the CDs.” Kareem was scared that hey may have not bluffed.
“We do not have to show you everything. Get it from your attorney with the rest of the discovery materials.”
“Will I really need an attorney?” Kareem asked, acting dumbfounded. His brain worked feverishly in an attempt to figure out how much they really knew. Did they know about all of his actions, or just some of them.
“You betcha. Especially if you do not have any volunteer information for me. We know you have done things that we have no clue about,” one agent said.
“You’re quite clever, I must say,” the bank manager said. “Come clean and this could disappear,” said the agent. Damn, they’re on my top. “What have I done? You’re just
talking, and have not showed me anything. I am beginning to resent the accusations absent proof. That is, if you have really made any accusations.”
“If you do not intend to tell us anything, we may as well go ahead and take you to your one o’clock arraignment.”
“Then we should be going. New York traffic is a bitch this time of day.” Kareem’s mouth was nasty, but he knew, he had a problem.