Free Just Dreams (Brooks Sisters Dreams Series Book 1) by L.J. Taylor

similar expression.  She was probably writing a novel. 
    He spotted his contact, Darryl, sitting at a table in a corner at the back of the café.  Good.  They’d have a little privacy.  Darryl’s dreadlocks were tied back with a leather strap.  His eyes were glued to the monitor of his laptop as his fingers worked their magic on the keyboard.  Charles wondered what he was doing. The monitor went dark as he approached the table preventing him from getting a glimpse.  Darryl looked up at him.
    “Ras clot!” he said.  The irritated expression on his face did not clear when he saw that it was Charles who had interrupted him. He snatched up his cell phone and glanced at the time. “Chuh.  You come early Mon and mess up me ting.  I was only a minute away from success.”
    “Success, huh?  Big word for you.  What were you working on anyway?” Charles asked.
    Darryl looked around to make sure no one was listening.  “Let’s just say that I was doing a little fundraising for the cause.”
    Charles raised his eyebrows. “I see. Well maybe I can help you with that.”  He looked around the café.  “Is there somewhere more private where we can talk?”
    Darryl nodded.  He packed up his laptop, grabbed his cell phone and led Charles out of the back door of the café.  They crossed a parking lot and then the street behind it and headed into a small West Indian bakery.  The smell of curry and other exotic spices permeated the air.  An older woman manned the counter.  Darryl nodded at her. She nodded back and watched them stroll through a door at the back of the shop.  They walked down a short hall and made a left into Darryl’s lair.
    Computers, printers, scanners, cameras and other high-tech equipment were strewn throughout the space which looked as if it belonged in a lab instead of the back of a Caribbean bakery.  Darryl put an index finger to his lips, took a seat behind a huge u-shaped console, and flipped a switch underneath it.  A red light appeared on the console that soon turned green.  Darryl looked up at Charles and gestured toward a seat in front of the desk.
    “We’re clean now, mon,” he said.
    Charles sat down.  “I need your help.”
    “It’s been a long time since ya’ come here seeking my assistance.  I thought you were out of the game,” Darryl said.
    Charles nodded.  “Yeah, you’re right.  Officially, I am out of the game.  But I still require your assistance.  Is that a problem?”
    Darryl grinned.  “Nah mon.  In my book that makes you a better client.  I don’t have to give you the government discount anymore.”
    Charles grinned.  “Still enterprising I see.  No.  I don’t qualify anymore for the government discount, but maybe you could cut me a little break for old time’s sake.”
    Darryl nodded.  “What ya’ need?”
    “I need to break into a law firm computer system and download documents kept in a database there.  You probably heard about the lawsuit I brought against Peachtree Consulting, right?”
    “Yah mon.  It’s all over the news.”
    “Well, Peachtree got a confidentiality order entered and produced documents to my attorney on an ‘attorneys eyes only’ basis.  That means she can’t show them to me.  I need to see those documents.  Her law firm keeps them in a database using a program called Concordance.”  Charles reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.  He extracted a card and handed it to Darryl.
    “Here’s the name of her law firm and her e-mail address.  She’s able to access the database by signing onto her law firm’s network via the Internet.  I’ve written the web address she used to access the network on the back of the card.”
    Darryl glanced down at the card and then looked up at Charles, his mouth twisted in a sneer. “That’s all you need?  This will be a piece of cake.”
    “They can’t even suspect you’ve taken this information,” Charles said.  “That would put my attorney