Physician Carl Sprangmeyer had a shit of a morning. The receptionist was a temp. Two of his regular clients had died and Bill, the neurosurgeon had been a no show for lunch. Shit.Shit.Shit.
He slit open the envelope. As he read he reached for the phone.
He met Jake Black, a detective , at the local coffee shop. After scanning the letter Jake sat back and emitted a low whistle. “Is it for real Carl?”. Carl nodded." Its his handwriting I will swear to it." Jake looked around then leaned over the table towards Carl." That good for nothing ass hole of a judge just buried himself ".