Chapter 23Brian drifted a few times, finding refuge from his thoughts, but he never really slept. In the morning, he was told that Barbara had been there but was not allowed to see him yet. At eight o'clock, he was informed that an attorney, Lloyd Martin, was there to meet with him. He was taken to a small room with two chairs and a table at its center. A tall, thin man with thick gray hair that was almost white waited for Brian's escort to leave before speaking. He wore an expensive suit and wire-rimmed glasses. There was a stately quality to the way the man carried himself. He held a briefcase at his side. The effect was something between IRS auditor and television commentator.
“I'm Lloyd Martin,” the man said, extending a hand to Brian.
Brian awkwardly shook it with still-cuffed hands
