The room is dark with the exception of the dull blue LED clock displaying 5:59 AM while Sam remains wrapped in a blanket on his bed. It was slightly after midnight when he staggered into his apartment after working a double shift and still had court to face this morning. The cruel digital display seems today to take pleasure in displaying 6:00 AM as the buzzer sounds.
Sam stirs as he squints at the clock, as he reaches over to tap the silence button on top, he mumbles a threat this plastic clock is all too use to hearing
"One of these days I am going to shoot you..." as he turns and pulls the blanket tighter around his body whishing that would bring a pause in time. That thought fades as another plots against his desire to sleep, the evil clock's ally, the coffee pot.
As the aroma of the preset brewed coffee drifts into the bedroom, Sam releases the grip on the blanket mumbling "Okay, you two win again today..." as he stirs out of the comfort of his bed. Moments later, Sam is sitting at the kitchen table with coffee in hand while opening his laptop to look over case notes.
The admission gained was questionable as was the circumstantial evidence, to Sam, it was still a clean bust, the informant might have given this defendant up just because they were rival drug dealers, but the guy was a drug dealer none the less. Looking over the case notes, the one lingering thought still on Sam's mind, who was going to be defending this dealer. With any luck, it would be some over worked public defender who will plea deal something before the judge even enters the room. Sam's day is slated for a court appearance so if a public defender does a deal, the day will belong to Sam and will keep a way overdue date with his bed and much wanted sleep.
After a shower and putting on his court appearance suit, he selects a fresh smelling cologne, just in the off chance that the cute lawyer he has come to hate and admire at the same time, Miss Black, would happen to be in the court house. A momentary thought drifts through his mind, if she was there, should he invite her out for breakfast, maybe coffee. That thought fades quickly as a shiver comes over him, what if SHE is this drug dealers lawyer?
As the digital clock on the wall displays 8:17 AM, Sam leaves his apartment and heads out to his midnight blue Lexus and starts toward the court house. Wishing so much that he would be able to see Miss Black equally hoping if he does see her, it not at the defense table in Court Room 27 at 9:00 AM.
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