This was it, the Cayhall version of

This was it, the Cayhall version of a family reunion.
“I’m Adam Hall. I’m a lawyer with Kravitz and Bane.”
Sam took his card and examined it. Adam watched him. Sam
was an old man now, with pale delicate skin and tiny lines around
his eyes. His hair was long, gray, and oily. Deep lines of age and
sadness cut into his forehead. The only attractive feature was the
set o f deep blue eyes that now looked up at Adam. “You Jew boys
never give up, do you?” he asked.