“Did he?”
Tim smiled. “And how.” An uncomfortable grimace began to work across Tim’s face. “Winston Dunlapp the Third was his name. A total pompous piece of human debris.”
Hannah shook her head slightly. “I know the type.”
“I had an associate at the time, Peter Yorkey, who helped me a great deal in that case, and he never abandoned me in my time of trouble, either.”
“That’s who we’re seeing in Chicago?”
“Yes.”
A few miles passed as the wheels of the van circumnavigated on the two-lane highway.
“Winston misappropriated thousands of dollars of the family’s funds, and blamed me for it.”
“What an asshole!”
“That was not the worst part, Hannah. I reported him to the firm's professional responsibility committee. The lawyers in that committee worked out an amenable resolution to
