Needing A Fix

Maxwell sighed inwardly. He had no idea what she had done, but he was sure that his sister had certainly done it now. He was certain that this case had to do with Don directly "No, there is nothing else, but this is major, Don. I need your help on this.

With her easy smile in place, Don flicked imaginary dirt off her electric blue nails "What do you mean by you need my help or whatever? I don't work for the agency, and I am pretty sure I don't look like a lawyer. Boy, you have a lot of money now. Just get your kid sister a fancy lawyer to get her out, and things will work themselves out. Also, I happen to know that you have a friend in the agency," she wiggled her eyebrow. "So, you know, if you want to do an inside job, your little buddy would be the right person to talk to."

Nothing escapes her radar. Maxwell thought.

"Don, I know you."

Don raised her hand "No, don't. You know my policy: no ratting out, no backing off." She stood up. "I will see you around, buddy."