While parts of their plan had been shot to hell, all was not lost. Having been at this for years, he still had a few things to teach Frank Hamilton. The President’s friend wasn’t nearly as smart as he thought. As Gabric’s attorney, his job was simple. Keep his client out of jail and get him back to the Republic of Croatia as soon as possible. Only then would the true extent of their plan be realized. Hamilton wouldn’t know what hit him. A knock sounded at the door of his penthouse suite, where he’d be housed until after the trial. After which time, he would cut all American ties and return with Gabric. “Come in,” he called, knowing who stood on the other side. “The door’s open.” Much to his delight a tall blonde sauntered into his apartment with a sultry smile that stirred his loins and kicked up his heart rate. She was beautiful, and he planned to ride her all night. Nothing relieved his stress like dirty sex with a woman who liked it rough. A long, raw nerved screw would clear his mind.
