The following Monday, after a weekend of weddings and no more screw ups, my phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize, but I answered it anyway.
“Micah Hale.”
“Mr. Hale. This is Robert Jacobs. I wanted to thank you for calling my office.”
The lawyer.
“Mr. Jacobs. Thank you for returning my call. You really scared my father. Can you tell me what this is about?”
“Did you have a relationship with Jane Casey?”
I scoffed. “She was my wife.”
“And how long ago did your relationship end?”
“What is this about? Our divorce was final eight months ago. It’s all public record.”
“I understand that, Mr. Hale. What I need to find out is separate from the divorce.”
“What does this have to do with?”
“Is there a time you can come to my office, Mr. Hale? We’re located in Kona.”
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