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       Amends
       By: BigBossJay Date: May 7, 2019, 3:27 pm
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       Lincoln walked into Beaumont's with butterflies in his stomach
       and sweaty palms. After years away, he was back in his hometown
       of Carver City against his better judgement. He stepped to the
       hostess who smiled at him.
       Hostess. Reservation?
       Lincoln. I'm meeting someone. Rena Hayworth?
       Hostess. Miss Hayworth is expecting you, Mr. Greer. Follow me.
       Lincoln followed the hostess to the back of the restaurant where
       Rena smiled and stood up, embracing him in a tight hug.
       Lincoln. Hey, mama.
       Rena. Hey, my baby. Welcome home.
       Lincoln. We sure it's a welcome?
       Rena. Lincoln...
       Lincoln. Mom, the last time I was here didn't go so well. Dad's
       funeral--
       Rena. Was not the norm. You know how family can be.
       Lincoln. Yeah, unfortunately, I do.
       The waitress brought them water and took their orders before
       Lincoln began speaking again.
       Lincoln. You said whatever was happening was urgent. What's up?
       Rena. Your cousin is in trouble.
       Lincoln. Which cousin?
       Rena. Marcus Jr.
       Lincoln stared at his mother and sighed.
       Lincoln. The cousins that don't like us.
       Rena. Listen, your father and uncle Marcus were very hard on
       each other, but they're family.
       Lincoln. They called my father a snitch. I'm supposed to forgive
       that?
       Rena. Yes.
       Lincoln sat back and looked at his mother with a squared jaw.
       Rena. Monica called me. She remembered you were still licensed
       in the state, and she wants help.
       Lincoln. The easiest way to not be arrested is to not be a
       criminal in the first damn place, mama.
       Rena. Your father and your uncle took very different paths in
       life.
       Lincoln. Very.
       Rena. That doesn't negate that we help family when they need us,
       or that we don't pick each other up when we're down.
       The waitress bought their drinks back, and updated them on their
       order. She walked away and Lincoln shook his head.
       Rena. How is Aventura treating you?
       Lincoln. It's treating me well, mama. Obviously, though, you
       don't care to talk about me that much.
       Rena. Just hear his case out, son. The detective who handled it
       is Calhoun.
       Lincoln's eyes darted to his mother as the name perked his ears
       up like a dog.
       Lincoln. Calhoun?
       Rena. Yes.
       Lincoln. The Calhoun who was on dad's case?
       Rena. Yes. That's why I want you to take it, baby. Your cousins,
       and your uncle, they may not be perfect. But, you know who and
       what Calhoun is. You know that he's been after the Greers his
       entire career, and he pulled your father in with those lies
       against Marcus.
       Lincoln nodded.
       Lincoln. I'll look at it, okay?
       Rena nodded...
       ...Later, Lincoln sat in his hotel room looking over his
       cousin's case. He shook his head and rubbed his face with a
       heavy sigh. Years ago, he'd declared he would never set foot in
       Carver City again after the way the city treated his father.
       Yet, here he was. He pulled his phone out and opened the
       gallery, looking at picture of he and his father on the day he
       graduated from law school.
       Lincoln. You better have a good reason to bring me back here,
       Old Man. I'm gonna trust that you and God are up there cooking
       up something for me, and I guess I'll go with it.
       He cleared from the picture and dialed a number. He looked at
       the clock and saw that it was 15 til 1 in the morning and he
       stood up when the groggy voice picked up.
       Calhoun. This is Bart Calhoun...
       Lincoln. Calhoun. It's Lincoln Greer. I believe you and I should
       have a conversation. I'll be at your office at 7AM.
       Calhoun. Greer?
       Lincoln. Victor's son. Look forward to seeing you.
       Lincoln hung up and looked at the picture of his cousin,
       thinking. Staring.
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