Tom hoisted himself off the bar stool and walked to the back of the room where Baxter and his cronies were busy laughing at the latest joke. When Baxter saw Tom approach their table with his tall and angular body, he stopped laughing.
“Can I help you?"
“I'm Tom…"
“Yeah, I know who you are. You're the kid of those real estate tycoons."
Tom fumed inside. He wanted to be known for more than his association with his parents.
“Actually, I'm here about Roxanne."
“Oh, the hot construction manager who got arrested for forging my signature?"
“That's not how I'd describe her, but yes."
“I hope you're not here to beg me to get her off the hook. I mean I could help her, but she'd have to do the begging," he leaned back and laughed as his friends chuckled at his joke.
“Look, I know you signed
