Stacy Jones, Attorney At Law

"Got that right." said the man. "Sure is putting everyone on pins and needles. Why, I would hate to be defending Smithson. He's the worst mobster New York has ever had. Makes Gotti look like a nun."
Stacy's heart skipped a beat. Mobster? What kind of life did she live?
"Hmm. Interesting opinions. But if I'm a lawyer, I shouldn't really be discussing the case, now, should I?"
Stacy offered a wan smile.

1. "Right." said the man. "Sorry."
2. "Sure won't be anymore." The man pulled a gun.
3. The man passed her a polaroid. There was a teary-eyed woman standing next to a paper. It was today's date. "We have your sister." he hissed. "Don't screw with Smithson."

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