“Yeah,” Larry admitted. “That’s why I’m here.”
The Nordic-looking law student scratched his head theatrically. “I don’t get it. You’re here every night.”
So they’d noticed him, too. “I meant here at this table,” Larry explained. “I always eat at the Chateau, but I’m at your table tonight because I was hoping to get some legal advice.”
“What? From us?”
“I’m sure you know the law better than I do,” Larry said. “I have some questions for you that you won’t hear every day. Good practice for you.”
“You been arrested for murder? You out on bail right now?” the Nordic-looking guy asked. He shoveled some chicken into his mouth, then some mashed potatoes. He hadn’t taken any green beans, unless he’d already eaten them.
Another law student with dark hair and pale skin said, “You’re nuts, Harol
