“Man, I hate that she’s dead. She was a nice lady.”
“I hate it, too. But I hate Jackson’s involvement more.” Terrance scratched his head, a habit he had when he was nervous. And was he ever nervous. “Maybe I will have a drink, even though I’m about to be on full-fledged duty.”
“Scotch on the rocks?”
Terrance nodded.
After he’d felt the liquor hit his stomach with a burn then a punch, he felt better. Jackson would skin him alive if he knew he was drinking when the yuppie work crowd was due. Big drinkers, all of them, which meant they needed to be watched.
Still, he wouldn’t let his drink go to waste, not when he needed it so badly. What a turn of events. If Jackson… Terrance shut that thought down. Underneath his smooth facade, Jackson was tough as nails. And a fighter.
But if he was really a suspect, then things could get tough. If worse came to worst, Terrance knew Jackson would depend on him to keep the club running up to par. With that in mind, he pushed his unfinished drink away.
“So has he been arrested?”
Clyde’s deep voice pulled him out of his dark thoughts. “Not yet. He went to the station of his own free will.”
“Still, the fact he’s a suspect ain’t good.”
“It’s downright scary is what it is.”
“Hope he’s got a good lawyer.”
Now, that was the kicker, Terrance thought, but he couldn’t say as much. By making a beeline to Hallie, Jackson showed that where she was concerned, the little head was still overruling the big head. But that wasn’t his problem, he reminded himself.
After looking at his unfinished drink with yearning, Terrance got up and made his way back to his office to get ready for the evening.
Two
“So how’s the case progressing?”
Hallie Hunter looked straight into her boss’s eyes and quipped, “Like your worst nightmare.”
Winston Bastrop pushed back in his chair and chuckled. “I can always depend on you to tell it like it is.”
Hallie’s grin was short-lived. “Isn’t that one of the reasons you hired me?”
“Absolutely.”
Normally her private meetings with the founder and senior partner of the firm Bastrop, Tate, and Jones were not this amicable. Though she knew Winston admired her and her ability to get the job done, they didn’t always agree on her method. In fact, he could be a pain in the ass because of his unbendable attitude. He looked unbendable, too.
Winston, a crusty-voiced gentleman in his late sixties, was tall and regal with a thatch of white hair and see-all green eyes. He had a keen mind and was a law scholar, and Hallie admired him.
Admiration aside, though, the two of them squared off more times than not, as he wasn’t wild about her feistiness and in-your-face approach to the job. But since she was the firm’s number-one divorce attorney and brought in the lion’s share of clients, he guarded his tongue and cut her more slack than normal.
“While this might be a case from hell,” Hallie said, closing the silence, “I’m not giving in or up. The Dryers will abide by the rules or I’ll send them packing.”
Winston chuckled again. “What says the other attorney? It’s Rich Philmon, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and he’s about as fed up as I am. When I agreed to represent Cynthia, she was in agreement on property, children, money—the whole nine yards. But along the way, something went awry.”
“Maybe she decided to bleed him for more money.”
Hallie sighed. “I’m not sure. I think it’s more than that. Something personal, though she won’t confide in me. But when she and Bill are sitting across the table from each other, the venom is suddenly free-flowing.”
“I have every confidence that you’ll sort it all out.”
“Like I said, Cynthia will either play by the rules or out the door she goes.”
“Leaving her money behind.”
Hallie picked a piece of lint off her light wool slacks, then looked up. “That’s the deal and she knows it.”
“I’d like to be kept posted on this one. Her father is an old friend of mine with a lot of money and clout. I wouldn’t want our firm to do anything that would offend him. Most of all, I’d like to see this work out for her.”
“My concern is the children.” Hallie paused with a sigh. “I suspect that’s where the new problem stems from. But again, I can’t say, not until Cynthia confides in me.”
“I guess we’ll soon see.” Winston paused, then changed the subject. “Are you happy here, Hallie?”
His question took her aback. She hadn’t known why she’d been summoned into the inner sanctum and she really hadn’t cared. Good or bad, she was capable of handling it.
However, this afternoon she’d sensed a difference in the atmosphere and Winston’s attitude. When he hadn’t addressed anything significant thus far, she had thought she’d been mistaken. Now she knew her first instinct had been correct. Something was up.
“If I weren’t, I’d be gone.” A smile tempered her bluntness.
Winston’s chuckle deepened. “Wasted question, right?”
“Depends on why you asked it.”
“All right, I’ll get to the point. We’re considering taking you in as a shareholder in the firm. A partner, if you will.”
Hallie could barely contain her excitement. She felt the urge to lunge out of her chair and sing the Hallelujah Chorus. Instead, she remained still and calm. “I’m both humbled and honored, Winston.”
“Poppycock,” he muttered. “Honored, yes. Humbled, no.”
Hallie gave him a glittering smile that deepened her dimple, then sobered. “I’ve hoped for those words for a long time, even though thirty-eight is young to make partner.”
“That’s true. But if we didn’t think you had potential, the position wouldn’t be in the offing.”
“I know, and again I’m honored. But I have devoted my life to the practice of law and to this firm.” She didn’t add that she’d sacrificed a home and family for the firm, in order to reach this stage in her career.
The phone on Winston’s desk rang. When he reached for it, Hallie rose and signaled that she would see him later. He nodded.
Hallie headed straight for the ladies’ room, an added spring in her step. She was ecstatic and wanted to tell everyone about the sudden turn of events and her good fortune, but under the circumstances, that wouldn’t be wise. Anyway, she didn’t have a close friend and confidant in the firm. Since she was the only female in a good old boy’s network, she had to tread lightly.
Besides, she hadn’t gotten the partnership yet. She’d best remember that. After it became a reality, that was the time to celebrate.
On her climb up the partnership ladder, she had garnered more than her share of enemies—especially Nick Skinner. He seemed to want everything she wanted, whether he’d earned it or not. Nick would be a constant thorn in her side, if she allowed it. Unless they were forced to work together on a case, she ignored him, which unfortunately seemed to make matters worse.
Hallie could imagine his reaction when he heard the news. Some of her giddiness waned. Maybe he