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Prologue Trail

It was a strange time to ruminate on the past, but here I was, the walls of my life tumbling down around me and I was in reflection. I thought of my pretty, tall, slender, mocha colored wife, Suzanne and how she would react. I married the princess, the daughter of the multi-million dollar attorney from Atlanta. It was sad that I didn't really care what the ice queen thought. Our marriage was nothing but an appearance, window dressing and duty. I thought about my mistress, Nicola.  How I adored her. As always, a tinge of guilt overwhelmed me as I thought how I chose power over love. Nicola was magical with her sassy ways; smooth textured ebony skin and sultry eyes.  Even if I had the chance to make it right, would she want me after this?  Then I thought about my beautiful, properly reared children.  How would this affect them, to know that their father was a murderer and a fraud? 

As dark thoughts swirled around in my mind, I somehow drifted back to the days when I was a simple, but mischievous boy from Cleveland, whose only unique trait was the identical twin brother named Jack and a father who loved me, but had just plain given up.

Prologue Intro

It was a cold windy day. It was the sort of day you wished you were home snuggled by a fire with anybody who was willing to hold you close. However, here I sat, in a deserted park on a cold hard bench. Waiting... I was waiting on God knows what was on the other side of this meeting. I was perspiring as if I were in the midst of a Louisiana summer. 

Ridder knew he had me. He was one of those detectives that smelled blood and tracked the scent until the prey was caught like a deer with headlights shining in his eyes. I knew my deepest despair would only make his conquest even more rewarding, capturing the high-powered senator - the mover and shaker of D.C. I was the first African-American to ever make it to the Senate from Massachusetts and rumored to be in serious line for the White House. The thought of my future tied to anyone's whim made my hands run cold. Interesting how you can be burning up and bitter cold at the same time. I waited for what seemed like an eternity.

“Have you been waiting long?” he said. I turned to see a middle-aged man, with an expression of sobriety and caution written on his face. He was a ‘brother’ too. Chocolate and lanky was the best way to describe him. His posture carried the weight of the world, but with a certain grace and stature.