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up from out of her seat and walked over to Camille. Camille tried to speak but her mouth wouldn’t move. The poison that Jani’rah had slipped in her drink instantly paralyzed Camille. She tried to move her arm but she couldn’t, her stomach started growing hot.
    Jani’rah blew a sigh, “Well, let me make this quick before you die on me!” She picked up the folders and pulled out a statement and shook her head. “I hate rats Camille; you knew this! Why would you go against the grain?” Jani’rah was disgusted with Camille; she felt more than just betrayal. She would have taken her out in the same grimy way she had taken out Melanie, but she actually had love for Camille so she spared her the same torture. Camille’s dishonor hurt Jani’rah to the core; it was poison to her soul. That’s why poison was the choice for the death of her once loyal escort.
    Camille dropped to the floor as the poison began to burn her insides, killing her slowly. Saliva escaped the corners of her mouth as she tried to speak. She wanted to tell Jani’rah that she was sorry, but she couldn’t.
    A knock at the door made Jani’rah jump. “Who is it?” she yelled.
    “Housekeeping.” A Spanish voice replied from the other side of the door. Jani’rah smiled knowing Hanz sent for them. She opened the door and walked passed two short Hispanic women.
    “Madame, can I recommend some home time, maybe a warm bubble bath, some wine and good rest?” Hanz asked approaching Jani’rah.
    “Good idea my good man.” She had a long day ahead of her tomorrow. Her fate would be sealed. Two witnesses were down so far. She had one more to go, but she couldn’t figure out who the hell the last rat was. The countdown for her fate would begin and Jani’rah had big plans to ensure her freedom.

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    “I can’t believe you are even allowing this monster to take a recess! I mean, it’s obvious she knocked off the first witness, and then we had to delay justice for a second time because more than likely this bitch knocked off the second witness as well! Don’t let her leave! She’ll go after the star witness next!” A distraught looking man shouted and pointed his finger at Jani’rah. He was an older, handsome looking man dressed in a crisp double-breasted Boss suit. His presence screamed “money” but the way he acted let everyone know that the way he felt about Madame J was personal. He continued, “You are all in on it, she has all of you on her payroll! Either that, or you’re all a bunch of fucking idiots!”
    “Order, ORDER! I will not have my judgment questioned in MY courtroom! Marshalls remove that lunatic! He’s been causing a fiasco since the beginning of the trial!” Judge Florentino yelled. Truth be told, not only was Judge Florentino in Jani’rah’s pocket, but he had been a paying client of hers for fifteen years and he loved the services her women offered. He would be devastated if she went to jail and her operation was shut down. For years he had been able to keep her a free woman; but now that the FBI was involved, her freedom was out of his hands. Jani’rah understood this and she was very thankful to Judge Florentino; at least he thought so.
    Jani’rah turned toward the crazed man, made a gun gesture with her hand, and blew the smoke as if she had just let off a shot.
    “Did you see that?! Did you?” The man hollered as he was dragged out of the courthouse.
    “Will the court please rise?” the court officer commanded while staring at everyone in the room. Jani’rah stood and rolled her cat-like grey eyes at the judge as he exited the courtroom. Her lawyer faced her holding his hand out.  She scowled at his gesture, “We didn’t win yet muthafucka!” She shoved him out of her way as she exited the courtroom.
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    District Attorney Daniel Morrow was sitting outside on the court steps stressed out and smoking a Newport . A nasty habit he had quit before the trial began, but picked back up due to the