Chapter 4
The cell phone ringing eased Harry awake with all of the grace of an electric chair. His nerves were jangling as he managed to answer it.
By a dim worklight in the brewery, he could see that Becky was still asleep on the couch. And his back could feel every second of sleep he’d managed while slumped in the armchair.
He didn’t want to disturb her and hurried out the door before speaking. It was still dark and a chill bit at his bare arms.
“This had better be good,” not his most gracious greeting. Especially not if it was one of the partners at Parrish, Merryfield, and Roland operating from another time zone. Harry was in the final year of the partner track—the one senior associate that everyone knew was a shoe-in. They rarely tapped more than one a year, but the firm’s directo
