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listen to me. I can build up the practice in a very short period of time. I want you to hang in there with me.”
    â€œWill, I don’t want this to be any harder than it already is. Maybe I can help you out a little here or there, on the side. You know, if you need someone to cover for a deposition once in a while or do some legal research. But I have to stick with the firm. I know that sounds like I’m copping out on you. But my mind is made up. I’m sorry.”
    Will gazed ahead blankly and said nothing for a few minutes. Jacki had made her point. He had been her mentor and friend. As of late she had covered for him, and even nurse-maided him since his wife had died. But that was all changing now. As Will sat slumped down in the seat of his prized Corvette, his long hair whipping in the wind, he was simply tired of fighting—tired of caring.
    Finally Jacki broke the silence.
    â€œSo, you want to know something about your sole survivor? The single client that you’ve got left?”
    â€œYeah. Who’s the lucky winner?” Will asked sardonically.
    â€œAngus MacCameron. Reverend MacCameron to be exact. He’s the new client I took for you this morning. A little weird—he actually made me take a ‘loyalty oath’—he wanted to make sure I believed in God. I’m going to be real interested to see whether he asks you the same question.”
    Will gave Jacki a strange, puzzled look. It was the kind of look you would expect from someone at a Chinese restaurant who had just opened a fortune cookie and then read his own name inside.
    Jacki continued talking, not noticing Will’s expression. She was looking for the cross street to start leaving the city—to leave the historic district with the two-hundred-and-fifty-year-old churches and the little shops and houses that were cloistered together, shoulder to shoulder—with their wood-planked front doors and black-iron door knockers—tucked up close to the cobblestone sidewalks of Monroeville.
    â€œSo this MacCameron definitely has a one-of-a-kind case. He wants to be defended in a defamation and libel case. You’ve really got to read the Complaint to believe it. Angus MacCameron and his magazine, Digging for Truth , are both defendants. He’s alleged to have written an article that libeled this big-wig professor about an archaeology discovery,” Jacki explained. “Some kind of ancient writing found over in Israel. The plaintiff—Dr. Reichstad—has published some scholarly journal stuff about the writing—it’s apparently a two-thousand-year-old piece of papyrus. Reichstad has been saying that the fragment proves that Jesus was never resurrected. MacCameron really flipped out over that and then wrote some nasty stuff about Reichstad in his little magazine.”
    â€œAngus MacCameron. Why is this sounding familiar?” Will was musing.
    â€œI don’t know,” Jacki replied. “You sounded like you didn’t know about the appointment.”
    â€œI don’t remember this meeting being scheduled,” Will commented. “But Tiny was telling me about referring some new case to me. Oh man, this must be the case.” Will gave out a low groan. “You know, I don’t think Tiny has sent a decent case over to me in all the years I’ve known him.”
    â€œNo, that’s not true. Remember that case involving the police chief—I think that one was a referral from Tiny. Remember? The city wanted to terminate him for drinking on the job.”
    â€œYeah. I guess you’re right,” Will said, sounding distracted and distant.
    â€œWhat was the deal on that case?”
    â€œThey said he showed up drunk at a bank robbery in progress.”
    â€œYeah, that’s it. He was the chief of police of some small town in southern Virginia, wasn’t he?” Jacki asked.
    â€œYep.”
    â€œYeah,” Jacki said, “I remember