The trial began to get bumpy. Devon’s papers were sound. The judge adjourned for recess.

“Don’t worry Mr. Trazelli, these things always get bumpy. I assure you, we will win! We have an ace up our sleeve!”

I’d had it with the poker jokes. This old lawyer worked for my family for some 50 years, and I was beginning to think he was past his prime.

I walked out to the end of the hall. I called my best team, the Rollins brothers.

“This case doesn’t appear to be going the right way. I want you two at the mark we spoke about, tonight. Lay low, be ready for my call.”

Julian came up beside me. “You’ve done a great job playing detective, Julian. Your account in Sweden has been credited. You are free to go.”

“You sure boss? You don’t need my eye-witness report?”
“No, Julian. Your part is over.”
“Okay. Good-bye, Sir.” He left.

Now, to let the lawyer know his witness was no longer here.

“I dismissed Julian.”
“You can’t! He’s a witness!”
“He’s nobody. He’s a fake.”
“He’s NOT a detective?!”
“Just tell the judge!”