Rowland, The Senators Son

Chapter 7 The Sociopath

The next morning he found himself running late and confronted by Minnie going over his day.

"You have a 10am with Detectives Cartright and Gregory on the Worpotle case looks like the evidence is weak and they are going to see if you can work your magic, the files are on top of your desk, right beside your coffee" Minnie had one of those looks on her face. Damn he should just get her to take the meeting with them; She would kick their arses and send them back out to get something air tight.

Minnie continued "12.30 pm lunch with your brother."

"Which one, Minnie?" Rowland rubbed at his eyes.

"Phillip, he wanted to catch up with you again before he went back to the Pentagon. I've booked a table for you at the Strip House Midtown. It's the one you like at 15 West 44th Street, near Bryant Park. I'll have a car ready for you at noon." Giving Rowland the once over she continued, "I think we should postpone the staffer meeting until tomorrow."

Rowland didn't even ask why, "Thanks Minnie."

"Boss Man, did you get any sleep last night? You look like hell" she had popped up from her desk to follow him into his office clutching a large wad of files in her arms.

"Not much," Rowland drew in a huge mouthful of the sweet long black smiling to himself "triple shot?" the girl knew him well.

"Yes, Boss Man," another eye roll, he would be absolutely screwed without Minnie and they both knew it, that's why he had made sure she was able to pay off her college loans in record time. He knew one day she would be ready for her next step and he was damn well going to make sure it was a big one. "Here is the information you asked for on Nerio Rossocove, as my voodoo loving grandmother would say he is some bad juju."

Closing his office door, she arranged the files on his conference table in order of relevance.

He walked over to the table there was a mountain of information.

"You best start with this one; I sort of borrowed it and will need to get it back soon." She handed him the top file.

Rowland narrowed his eyes at a very sheepish Minnie. "Borrowed it?"

"Well yes, I didn't think it was right to copy it," she replied.

Rowland looked at the file cover New York State Attorney's Office insignia emblazoned on it. "Ah fuck Minnie, how did you get that?" he demanded.

"It sort of fell out of Blain Jackson's brief case last night at dinner." Minnie answered shyly.

"You went to dinner with that sexist snake, Minnie of all the...." Rowland was mad.

"Boss man, you know me better he was having dinner with a little working girl I know and when he tripped off to the bathroom, she sort of kicked the briefcase my way." Minnie was biting her lip.

"I was so tempted to call in a favour from vice and have his arse thrown in county lock up but I thought better off it." Minnie's smile was sweet with a malicious edge.

"When you are done with it, I will just drop it off to his secretary Patricia. Lovely girl she was the one who told me where he was having dinner and who with,"

Rowland roared with laughter, we so-called bosses may think we run these courts but really we are all at the mercy of the amazing men and women doing the real work.

Minnie asked "By the way if you catch up with the Mayor in the next couple of days can you put a good word in for Patricia. She really needs to get away from that slimy-gator-sexist, if I could prove he put his hands on her I would have daddy skin him alive."