Once You'Ve Touched the Heart

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Authors: Iris Bolling
drop me,” Ashley screamed while laughing.
    “I will miss you too, Squirt,” he smiled and put her on her feet by the driver’s door.
    As he opened the door for Ashley he glanced at Tracy. “It was good having you over, Tracy. You take care.”
    “Thank you. You take care, too,” she replied as she got into the car.
    He could see the shield was up full force. As they pulled off, JD felt so much was unsaid with her. He wondered if he should have talked with her about last night.
    “You did the right thing,” Calvin commented.
    JD turned to him. “What?”
    “You are not ready for her,” he replied. “Let it go.”
    JD put his hands in his pocket and did just that, let it go.
 

Chapter 3
Six Years Later
 
    J D and Calvin were rising stars in the DA’s office. They worked well together and the friendship was now a successful partnership. JD had become an expert on gang prosecutions. He was usually given the lead on major cases and he always selected Calvin as his point man. On occasion he was asked to assist with cases with other ADA’s across the state.
    Personally, JD was still uncommitted to anyone. His latest conquest was Carolyn Roth, the daughter of John Roth, a U.S. senator representing the Commonwealth of Virginia. The family had the kind of connections that could win presidential elections without much effort, if they wanted to. Senator Roth was a straight-to-the-point type of man, just like JD; that’s why the two got along. Even with JD’s reputation with the ladies, the senator did not mind JD seeing Carolyn. What the senator did not know was that Carolyn was wide open. Whatever it took to get the man she wanted, at that moment, was what she would do. And she definitely wanted JD. Carolyn actually believed JD was her ticket to the governor’s mansion, if not the White House itself. He was young, not bad on the eyes, intelligent, well liked and respected by both major political parties. More importantly, JD was a straight-up freak in bed. He could go for hours and match her stamina without breaking a sweat.
    JD went into the office on a spring day in April not expecting to accomplish much. Nor did he expect a life-changing event. He had recently been asked to handle a few federal cases. His success against small gangs made him a perfect candidate to handle the prosecution of larger gangs that were causing mayhem in the not-so-prominent neighborhoods of the city. He was asked to prosecute certain gangs under the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations(RICO) statute. This was a big deal for the DA’s office and for Gavin W. Roberts, the district attorney. To have someone from his staff assigned to this type of case meant major publicity for the office and, more importantly, for him. Gavin made sure JD had all the personnel and tools he needed to be successful. Gavin knew how JD operated; he would not take a case to court until he believed he could guarantee a win. This case was exactly what Gavin needed to gain a new level of popularity that would get him to the governor’s mansion.
    JD could care less about the popularity aspect of this case or where Gavin wanted to go politically. His concern was the children in the neighborhood. Gangs were recruiting at the age of ten or eleven. JD believed all children should havewhat his father had given to him and his sister: a childhood.
    “Good morning, Mrs. Langston, how are you today?” JD smiled as he entered the office.
    Mrs. Langston was the receptionist for the DA’s office. She was a wise elderly woman with a knack for dealing with people. She loved JD and treated him as if he was one of her children.
    “Hello, Mr. Harrison. I am well, how about you?”
    “Hanging in,” he replied.
    “Here are your messages, and just so you know, Mr. Roberts is on the prowl for you.”
    JD hung his head. “Why? What could he possibly want to know this early in the case?”
    Mrs. Langston hunched her shoulders. “Who knows?”
    “Thanks for the heads

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