Forty-Nine
Memphis and Kennedy shared a look of annoyance as they spotted a strange man at the garage door. He wasn't someone the young man had seen around before, but he reeked of legal troubles. Dressed in a pantsuit, he nervously looked around the garage. It was almost as if he expected someone to jump out of the shadows. In one hand, he held a briefcase, in the other, a small yellow envelope. "Can I help you?" There was a bang behind him as Kennedy shut the hood of the Corvette. Watching as the man jumped, Memphis smirked. Forcing a smile to his face, the man handed over the envelope. "You’ve been served, Sir." "Wait, what?" Shook from the words, Memphis’s jaw dropped. “What’s this about?” “I’m just the messenger, but this Summons to Appear was issued after a harassment charge was put forw
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