And Frank was determined to make it.
Not that he had any great love of the law, or even a moral inclination to defend it or practice it. He personally couldn't give less of a damn if people wanted to go around stealing and r****g and killing, as long as they left him alone and sought their twisted kicks elsewhere.
No, law held no fatal fascination for him. But becoming a lawyer took considerably less time than becoming a doctor, and after living in a middleclass home and associating with middle-class friends all his life, he intended to make the most of what he had.
And what he had was a fertile mind-and his father's estate. Maybe it was cruel and heartless, but he felt like celebrating the day he learned that his parents had died when their car struck a lamppost and folded up like an a
