Chapter 35 As soon as Namlah Badawee reached his office, carrying his coffee, he sat down, punched the intercom button and waited until Gibson picked up the phone. “I see you’ve made it,” Fred said. “Thanks for coming in early. Jimmy and I will be right over. Stay where you are.” “I’ll be waiting,” Namlah answered, sipping on his coffee. He wondered what could be that urgent to be called so early in the day for a meeting. He shrugged, deposited the large latte on the side of the desk and opened the Meshullam file. Gibson knocked on the lawyer’s open door. “Come in, come in, Chief. Good morning. Have a seat. And you too, Jimmy,” Namlah invited. “Okay,” Fred began, “Jimmy here gave me an idea, and I’d like you to hear him out.” “Sure. What’s on your mind, Jimmy?” “Well, sir, I’ve b