Pam patted Teague’s arm. “I suspect it’s nothing you can’t handle in your own inimitable way.”
“Let’s hope,” he replied as he opened a door at the back of the waiting room.
“Do you want me to wait here?” Hoyt asked.
“Hell no. Come on.” Teague chuckled. “I might need your moral support.”
Together they walked down a long, well-lighted hallway to an office at the far end. Teague rapped on the door and they entered when someone called out, “Enter at your own risk.”
“Now what if I’d been a client?” Teague asked when they were inside of a spacious office.
“Pam told me you were on your way down so I figured I was safe.”
“Hoyt,” Teague said, “meet Jake Baxter, my right-hand man.”
Jake got up from his desk, coming over to shake Hoyt’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, no thanks to Teague here.”
“From Keir I bet,” Hoyt replied with a slight grin.
“The one and only. Nice to finally meet you. How long will you be around?”