(Cole)
Clifton Reeves had been talking for twenty minutes about a development project in Midtown when I realized I had stopped listening.
Not completely. I was catching enough to nod at the right moments and ask a question here and there that kept the conversation moving. But the part of my mind that usually gave these dinners its full attention was somewhere else entirely and I was aware enough of that to find it irritating.
Clifton was a good contact and a straightforward man and he deserved better than half my attention. I made a conscious effort to pull myself back into the room and stay there.
It worked for about ten minutes.
Then it didn't.
The thing that kept pulling at me was not the case itself. The case was in good shape. Gerald Voss had filed a weak response and I was goin
