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Lucre
Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. was always rolling in lucre, usually at the expense of others. Still if anyone questioned him, he always had the perfect excuse as to why he had money, but the others investing in him didn’t. He always insisted that they would get theirs tomorrow, but tomorrow never came.
Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. had finally chosen to do business with the wrong guy, which is why he was now sitting in one of the FBI interrogation rooms rather than out on the streets making more money. Senior was beginning to wish that NCIS had picked up his case rather than the FBI. At least, NCIS had Junior around, who he was sure would be willing to get him off. After all, what was the point in having a federal agent for a son, if he couldn’t get you out of a few charges here and there.
However, the FBI agent was not buying any of his excuses and was refusing to contact his son. He didn’t like the FBI agent that much. He hoped his lawyer arrived soon, so that he could get out of here and send a message to his son about this horrible FBI agent named Fornell.
