Plus, I didn't want Lizzy to think she was a burden to us. To my surprise, Lizzy still didn't have a job, or boyfriend. She was really good looking a...d was really smart. I knew she made the effort to find jobs, but just couldn't find one. So one day, I said to her "you are a smart person. Do you need help finding a job?" "I don't want you to go searching for me. I can find one myself. Thanks though," she said. "Well no offense, but you haven't found one," I said. She just smiled and said. Simply because I am relentless when investigating a suspect. From drug dealers to people who engage in illegal arms traffic and all kinds of other stuff. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re male or female, rich or poor, Black or White, straight or gay. If you break the law and I’m the cop investigating you, you don’t have a prayer. And I make sure I get the kind of evidence that not even a hard-nosed lawyer like the late Johnny Cochrane could get a jury to ignore. I’ve been commanded for my work. Evan’s apartment was mostly dark and it was too early for him to be asleep; the light she had seen was coming from behind the garage. She grabbed her phone, texting him, “Is that fire you?”“It is, wanna join?” he responded soon after. “Sure, are you alone?” Alone? Why did she ask him that? No, it was just to make sure she wouldn’t interrupt his fun. “Yup.”“Down in a min,” she replied, throwing her phone back on the bed. She sat there for a moment thinking about things. A case rapidly built for. "I looked at Mr. Franks and I was suddenly very glad he was my Master's lawyer."That's a good point, sir," Detective Barnes said slowly. That was apparently a point of law the two officers hadn't fully considered before, but they were thinking hard on it now."The whole reason for having that so-called party was knowing these young slaves would have to be there illegally," Mr. Franks said, as if he was just working it all out finally. "They wouldn't be able to tell anyone about it, even if they.