Jimmy stepped out of the limousine and looked around the barren streets. He drew his small .22 revolver and scanned the darkness for any signs of trouble. Dan stepped forward from the shadows with myself and Pablo flanked on both sides. I was carrying a large metal briefcase while Pablo looked at his phone disinterested as usual.

Jimmy squinted when he noticed us three marching towards him. “My god,” he said, “is that…”

“Yes, Dan Gillespie,” the attorney said, “and I’m here to represent my client, James Ludacris Pietermeister.”

“But Dan,” Jimmy responded, “I thought you were out of the game.”

“Think again Jimmy. It’s Friday night, the very deadline you gave Mr. Pietermeister to pay up.”

Jimmy holstered his .22. “But why have me meet you under an overpass in El Segundo?” he asked.

“We thought a neutral site would be the best option,” Dan told him. Then I threw the metal briefcase at his feet.

“Is there supposed to be $52 billion in this briefcase?” Jimmy asked.

“Just open it,” I ordered.

The studio exec kneeled down in his Tom Ford tuxedo and unlocked the case. We could hear his knees cracking as he went to the ground. “Ow! I probably shouldn’t be kneeling down like this,” Jimmy groaned. “It’s not good for my osteoarthritis.”

He finally unlatched both locks and lifted the top. I could see his eyes widen as he took out the lone piece of paper inside. “What the fuck is this?!” he asked in a state of shock. “A summons to appear in court?!”

“You fucked up Jimmy,” I said. “You didn’t think I would catch on? Cassandra told me everything.”

“Cassandra McHale? That dumb screenwriter that Greta hired?”

“One more word out of you…” I began to threaten.

“Save it, James,” Dan interrupted. “We have him right where we want him.”

“You think you can defeat me in court?” Jimmy laughed as he slowly returned to his feet. “All you have, James, is a washed up lawyer, an idiot for an agent, and a ditz for a witness. I’m gonna eat you alive.”

I shook my head and spat on the ground. “Your days are numbered Jimmy,” I said. “We’ve gone up against more powerful men than you…and WON. Isn’t that right, Pablo?”

Pablo glanced up from his phone when he heard his name. “Oh yeah, yeah. Sure.”

Jimmy was flustered. “You don’t know what’s coming to you, James Pietermeister,” he warned as he wagged his finger.

“We’ll see you at the Los Angeles County Court House.”

TO BE CONTINUED…