Miracle Case

The doors yanked open as Dylan walked into the small café, the room filled to the brim. His eyes darted through the room, stopping at a lonely corner, where a familiar figure was seated.

"The client is here?" Clara mumbled as she walked into the café.

Dylan simply nodded and walked down the neatly arranged rows of chairs, Clara chasing after him. Faces turned in his direction, whispers and murmurs buzzing through each row he walked through. Soon people began taking pictures, some even recording, but Dylan already expected this.

He was the incredibly handsome lawyer who was not to exchange bullets with gangsters, why wouldn't they be happy to see him in person?

"Are you uncomfortable?" Clara walked up to his side, her voice only loud enough for both of them.

"Nope, I would be uncomfortable if they didn't recognize me." Dylan shrugged, his eyes darting around the figures seated near 20 Shot's table.

They all wore purple jackets of the Veil Vipers basketball team, their curious gaze fixated on Dylan as if they were expecting him. Many of them had scared faces, the rest looking incredibly rough. Even a brave man would feel nervous entering the corner of this room, but Dylan felt amused.

He felt like a wolf entering a room filled with sheep. 

However, Clara was the opposite. She felt extremely uncomfortable, and held Dylan's arms, sticking close to him.

"Dylan, my boy, get over here, we have a lot to talk about," 20 Shots was all smiles as soon as he noticed Dylan approach.

Dylan smiled, allowing Clara to move to the edge of the two-seater couch before taking a seat. Seated across the table were 20 Shot and a new face Dylan wasn't familiar with. Even then, he remained calm, his attention shifting to the server walking to their table. A blonde with an average face and a decent body shape, nothing too spectacular.

"What can I get you two?" She said nervously, her gaze shifting to the scar-faced black man seated beside 20 Shots.

His bald head strangely complimented his thick beard, if it wasn't for the machete wound running down his left eye to his lips, she may have considered him cute.

"A cup of black coffee, no milk or sugar." Dylan smiled at the server, her worries fading almost instantly.

She blushed and nodded shyly before speed-walking away, forgetting to ask Clara what she wanted.

"20, how have you been?" Dylan asked, his eyebrows furrowing when he realized it was already 2:20 pm.

"I'm good blood... I did my part, what about you?" 20 Shot responded, sliding an envelope over to Dylan.

Dylan didn't rush to answer, he picked up the envelope and peeped into it.

"I've never seen a lawyer standing on business. Hunting down a killer on your own? You got balls, I'll give you that." 20 Shots said while Dylan pulled out the pictures and inspected them.

Clara blinked at his words, momentarily lost in the conversation. It took her a few seconds to piece the puzzle together, her eyes widening as she realized the meaning behind 20 Shots words.

Her eyes snapped in Dylan's direction, her gaze falling on the images of a man. She quickly realized Dylan had recognized the third shooter and wanted to end things himself. Clara felt excited and even more infatuated with Dylan, but also worried because this was morally wrong.

However, she didn't speak. She understood the moment she followed Dylan, she had to accept whatever evil may be hidden behind the new him. 

"Good… I'll take a look… You will know when it's done." Dylan nodded, shoving the envelope into his pockets.

"As agreed, I'm no longer a part of the Black Sheep firm… I'm free to help you and your… Family, with their legal issues." Dylan said while adjusting his blazers, his voice was as confident as his demeanor.

20 Shot's stone-cold face broke into an exaggerated grin, and he pulled out a file, sliding it over to Dylan's side of the table.

"What's this?" Dylan frowned, he and Clara exchanged confused glances before she took the file.

Her hands covered her lips as she saw some bloody pictures, causing Dylan's eyes to tighten.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it?" Dylan asked, snatching the file from Clara.

"15..." 20 Shots answered with an apologetic smile.

Buzz!

"Murder case? Again?" Dylan's frown deepened, each document he went through only made things worse.

Malik "Ghost" Carter, a gang member loyal to 20 Shot was charged with first-degree murder after killing Victor Alvarez, a rival gang member. Victor was shot twice in a dark alley outside a nightclub. Alvarez had been feuding with Malik over control of certain drug territories.

"Tell me he didn't do it," Dylan said, slowly loosening his tie. "Tell me he was framed, just like you"

For some reason, the room felt hot.

"I'm sorry, man, but my lil bro is a shooter. Things got heated, words were exchanged, punches were thrown and bullets were shot. That's how it goes on the streets." 20 Shot explained unapologetically.

Dylan frowned, while Jamal's murder case had been handed over to law enforcement, 20 wanted Dylan to file a wrongful death lawsuit against Jamal. This would allow them to seek financial damages from the case while also dragging Jamal to hell.

Dealing with that and this murder case would be difficult, even for Dylan.

"I know I'm putting a lot of pressure on you, but Malik is an important part of the puzzle. My family is willing to donate 750 bands to your new firm. As long as you can lessen the time, my lil bro gotta serve." 20 Shots said, his words startling Clara.

$750,000?

'How did we go from jobless to $750,000 richer in hours?' Clara couldn't help but wonder.

She couldn't help but suspect her ears were playing tricks on her.

Dylan, on the other hand, was calm. Going through the details of the documents, this case was drug-related. 20 Shots gang was into the drug business. 

Such an amount meant little to them.

"Give me a million, and I'll make your brother a free man," Dylan said, a sinister smile stretching across his face.