Lucas closed the garage door a spell later and walked through the front door. He took a left, passing by the open-plan kitchen, where his mother was already on the phone with the wife of Judge Hart. She gave him the thumbs up as she laughed at something her friend had said before she was yammering on.
He stood outside his father's den for a long moment before he knocked on the door.
"Come in," Samuel ordered in a stern voice.
Lucas walked in and closed the door behind him. His father was on the phone while going over what Lucas thought was a deposition. His den had seen very little changes over the years, Lucas noted. The TV was new, but that was about it.
"You don't have a case, Marty," his father said. "You know as well as I do that your case is entirely circumstantial."
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