“Twice. He told me what you’ll be doing. We’ve got a nice
room at the end of this hall with a phone, computer, lots of space.
It’s yours for, uh, however long you need it.”
Adam nodded. “What kind of work goes on here?”
“Mostly company stuff. We represent some old banks, and we
do a lot of local government work. Certainly no criminal work,”
he added quickly, as if criminals were not welcome in his
respectable offices.
“I hope I won’t be in the way here.”
“Not at all. I’m afraid we won’t be much help, though. We’re
not trial lawyers.”
“I’ll be fine. Mr. Goodman and the guys there will help.”
Cooley rubbed his hands as if he wasn’t sure what else to do
with them. “There is one thing, though. Got a call a couple of
hours ago from a reporter here in Memphis. Asking about the
Cayhall case. I suggested he contact the boys in Chicago.” He
crossed his arms on his chest. “Look, Adam, we like to avoid
publicity here.”