Glenn sighed. “He’s a crook, Dawna. Figures everyone else is too. Sounds to me like the old coot was playing on your dim view of the legal profession.”
“He didn’t mention Pierce.” Dawna grinned. “But he was quite the charmer.” She described how he’d acted out the accident. “And you should have heard his rant on the Patriot Act. How folks will sacrifice some privacy to combat terrorism. But most aren’t that eager to protect insurance conglomerates from minor white-collar criminals.”
“Minor?” Glenn squeaked out the word, clearly shocked by Dawna’s heresy. He inhaled before firing back at her. “We’re talking billions—”
Dawna finished his sentence. “Right, billions in fraudulent claims. But Cooper is small-time. What, he makes a claim every eight to twelve weeks? Five, six times a year, max
