Chapter 28
Atlanta, GA
Philip
MARK LEFT THE room looking slightly concerned, so I said, “Charles, I don’t think Mark approves.”
“His youthful idealism is having a conflict with reality. He thinks we’re going to do something quasi-illegal or quasi-unethical.”
“Are we?”
“Not really,” he said. Then he got up from the conference table and went to his desk, where he looked up a number and dialed. The phone at the other end couldn’t have rung more than twice before Charles said into the receiver, “Hello, Sam. Charles Barnett here, how are you? … Yes, that’s right, Tommy’s lawyer. Yes, it is, and I’m fine, how’s he doing? … Good. Listen, I called because I finally need that favor you owe me, remember? … Great, I’d like to come over there with a couple of friends and talk to you about it, ok
