“You have a call on line one,” Teague’s secretary told him over the intercom late Monday afternoon.
“Did they give you their name?” he asked. Sometimes potential clients were reluctant to reveal who they were until they were talking personally to him or one of his investigators.
“Yes. It’s a Mr. Newman. He didn’t say why he was calling but Pam said he asked for you.”
“Thanks.” Teague picked up the receiver on his desk phone, his pulse racing. “Hoyt?”
There was a soft chuckle. “I take it you know more than one Mr. Newman.”
“Actually, no. How are you? Okay, stupid question since you only left yesterday.”
“I’m fine, but I have a question.”
“Okay.”
“Are you still looking for someone to take the job that you and Jake were talking about?”
“Yes. I’ve only just started going over the info
