Chapter 4

“Will you be back later?”

“Probably. He only gets a half hour for lunch.”

Mark left Travis in his office staring after him. 3

Mark was just approaching the freeway off-ramp when his cell phone rang again. He’d just disconnected the last call. He adjusted his earpiece.

“Mark Stevens.”

“Don’t you have caller ID, baby?” His mother’s Alabama-accented voice said in his ear.

“I’m driving. Hey, Mama.”

“I thought you’d be in your office. Are you going to a hearing?”

Mark steered the car off the ramp. “No, have another appointment. What’s up, Mama?”

“I want you to come by for dinner Saturday.”

He frowned. “ThisSaturday? I can’t. I’m going to a client’s dinner party.”

She sighed. “All right then, a week from Saturday.”

“All right, Mama. That should be fine.” A bad thought occurred to him. Clearing his throat, he said, “Mama, you aren’t planning on inviting Mrs. Piedmont’s grandson again, are you?”