Matt laughed. “No, bro. Sorry. That was a bad joke. I’m a trust fund baby. I get a new one each year.”
“Must be nice.”
“It helps with the illusion that I’m a successful lawyer.”
“Instead, you get jokers like me.”
“To be honest, if Luke hadn’t call me I wouldn’t have taken your case. I don’t do traffic cases. But for Luke, yeah. I’ll do it. Helps my reputation at the courthouse as a gang lord lawyer.”
“You like to live dangerously.”
“No. I like to, well, that’s another discussion. So, tell me, what the hell happened at the traffic stop?”
Saks gave him all the details, from his ill-fated passing of the too-slow car ahead of him to the trooper slapping the cuffs on him.
Matt listened in grim silence.
“What did he clip me for?” Saks asked.
“He didn’t tell you?”
“Just the resisting charge. It’s a bullshit charge.”
“I know it. He knew it. The trooper was yanking on biker chain. I bet he was hoping he’d get something more substantial, like a nice, juicy drug bust out of you. He didn’t know he pulled over the Boy Scout of bikers.”
Saks scoffed. “Boy Scout of bikers?”
“Luke’s words, not mine. But don’t go too hard on him. It was Luke who made the call to your cousin.”
Geez. Saks had so many cousins he couldn’t keep count of them. “Which cousin?”
“The detective. He called around and found you in lock-up.”
“Luigi,” Saks said with satisfaction. He always could count on Cousin Lou, who was like himself with the family—the odd man out.
“Luigi? I thought he called himself Louis.”
“That’s what he uses at the station. He got tired of the Mario Brothers jokes.”
“I can see that.”
Saks sighed and nodded appreciatively. “Luke was smart to call him. He’ll keep my arrest on the down low until I can mention it to my family.”
“They the type to give you a hard time about it?”
“Yeah. The teasing will be ridiculous.”
“Teasing?”
“Yeah. In my family, a traffic ticket is a joke.”
“And who’s your family?”
“You don’t know?” Saks said in surprise. “I’m a Rocco.”
“The Roccos?”
“Yeah.”