Chapter 4

He’d just hung up the telephone when it rang briefly. He answered, then handed the instrument to me, saying, “It’s for you.”

“Hello,” I said.

“Charles. I’m so glad I caught you in your room, my boy; I didn’t want to bother you on your cell phone when you were out and about.” It was Andrew Chandler, outgoing senior partner of my law firm, Chandler, Todd, Woodward, and Barnett, and my longtime mentor.

“What can I do for you, Andrew?”

“Have you been keeping up with the news?”

“Not really. We kind of wanted to put all of that behind us. We did hear through acquaintances that indictments have been brought against both Wetherbee and Foible, not to mention a few lesser fools.”

“Just so. You might also be interested to know that both you and Philip have been the subject of death threats.”

“Really? How so?”