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CHAPTER 18 - MIKHAIL WAZOWSKI

Sunday, December 23

As if sitting at home in pain wasn't bad enough, I was called down to the House by Internal Affairs.

My first call was to my father who told me he'd take care of it. Five minutes later my cell rang and it was Isaac Zeltman, Esquire, Attorney-At-Law. I had a bad feeling this was going to go sideways – and quick. Since I couldn't drive, and Maxine was working, Isaac came to pick me up.

It was bitter cold with flurries, windy. I'd fallen back into a bad habit that I would have to hide. I was chewing tobacco... again. As he drove up, I left the front porch and spit in the snow. My arm was still in a sling but my free hand held my spit-cup.

"Ahh... no way... No, no, no... Not in my car, K

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