SEVENTEEN
THE DAY BEFORE
The elevator carrying Frank Oliver to the firm’s anchor floor stopped that Sunday afternoon, and the doors opened to reveal Clint Raymond waiting. Clint looked just as surprised to see Frank as Frank was to see Clint.
“What are you doing here?” Frank asked. No greeting or any of the usual social amenities, but just a demand for information. As if Clint had no right to be in the office on a Sunday afternoon.
“I’ve been getting ready for a depo tomorrow,” Clint said.
“What case do you have a deposition in?”
“Mineola Petroleum. The lawsuit with their lessees on the oil leases in south Texas.”
“I don’t know anything about a deposition in that case,” Frank said.
“No reason you should.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Frank stepped off the elevator, as Clint bac
