“Look, I don’t care if the world knows that I’m your
grandson. I’m tired of all these dirty little family secrets.”
“You don’t understand, kid.”
“So explain it to me. We have four weeks. You can do a lot of
talking in four weeks.”
“Exactly what is it that you want to hear?”
Adam leaned closer to the screen. “First, I want to talk about
the case - appeals, how we handle the legal process, the bombing,
who was with you that night —”
“No one was with me that night.”
“We’ll talk about that. Second, I want to know about my
family. I want to know about your father and his father, and your
brother and cousins. I have the right to know about them. And I
want to know about Eddie.”
Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “You don’t want
much, do you?” he said softly.
Adam reached into his briefcase and removed a thin file. Fie
slid a sheet of paper and a pen through the opening.
“This is an agreement for legal representation. Sign at the
bottom.”
Sam took the paper. He read it slowly. “I’ll need some time to
think about this, Adam. Let me look over this, make some
changes, and we’ll meet again tomorrow.”
“That’s wasting time.”
“I’ve wasted ten years here. What’s another day?”