“I’m not Jewish,” Adam said, returning the stare.
“Then how can you work for Kravitz and Bane?” His words
were soft, slow, and delivered with the patience of a man who’d
spent nine and a half years alone in a tiny cell.
“We’re an equal opportunity employer.”
“Oh, sure. How many women partners do you have? How
many blacks?” Sam lit a cigarette. “I thought I was finished with
you people.”
“They didn’t send me down here. I volunteered.”