Chapter 59

Savage returned his paperwork to his briefcase, closed it, and left the room.

“Well, Charles,” O’Neill said, “what do you think?”

“It’s hard to say, Logan. In the end, I suspect it will depend upon what price that church places on its pride. On the other hand, Mr. Savage is smart enough to explain to Mr. Wilson and his church that a lengthy trial will involve several weeks, perhaps even months, of negative publicity. He also has to be very much aware that the foundation hasn’t lost a case yet.”

“Then we’ll just have to wait and see,” O’Neill said.

Charles and I walked back to the parking lot together, and he said, “It’s nearly eleven thirty. Want to have an early lunch?”

“You’re on,” I said.

WE DROVE TO A quiet little restaurant in the Virginia Highlands neighborhood and were seated at a table on the rear patio. Charles said, “You know, babe, I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“With four boys and two more on the way, we need to think about enlarging the beach house.”