Danny chuckled.  Not knowing the street or the address of the place she lived at.  She must be knew to New York City.  It was lucky for her he knew from her discription that he knew where it was.  It was in a nice part of the city and being a lawyer it would fit the life style of the firm she represented.  It was a bit out of his way but he didn't mind.  When she asked him what business he was in, other then the Night Club he chuckled.  "Well I have a shipping company.  We ship merchandice all over the country and of course bring stuff back to New York City as well."  he told her.  He did own a company that did that.  But they transported more then just the goods that was legal.  He brought in drugs from the South West  and of course sold them where ever the product got the best price.  He used trucks and the railraods.  His company was all legal on the books with all the proper financial statements and taxes.  Most of the drivers of the trucks were nothing more then honest, hard working people.  What they carried extra was not even known to them.<br/><br/>To all intents and purpose he was a legal businessman.  But of course there were those that knew different and of course some that would rat out their own mother if it meant not going to jail.  Nothing to prove it, but the cops and the Feds knew,   Now and then they would pull something out of the hat and try to catch one of his trucks or train shipments, but they could not find anything.  Even the Drug dogs couldn't sniff out the product.  He had his ways of masking the scent.  It had taken him some time and experimenting, but he found something that could cover the drugs smell, even to the dogs.<br/><br/>As he pulled up to the front of the building that she lived in, he looked up at it.  "Not bad.  Your firm must pay you well."  He got out and moved around the car to open the door for her and help her out.  "I am giving a party at my place this weekend.  Hope you can come.  I will send a car over to pick you up if you can."