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you find out where he went?”
    “Sure thing, boss. Anything else?”
    “No, that’s all for now—anything you can pull together on that and if it smells fishy...?”
    “Don’t worry, I’ll drop a line. Talk to ya soon.” Mitch hung up and Richard drummed his pen again. He’d missed something when he’d reviewed those papers and being medicated didn’t excuse it.
    Not when Brett Johnson had hung his future on Richard defending him. If he lost, Johnson would lose his store, his life’s work and his retirement. The man didn’t deserve that.
    One benefit of his own firm was the ability to take on any case he chose—like Johnson. His younger associates did a fair share of pro bono work, it was a requirement of their hiring into Prentiss and Associates, but some cases were personal for Richard and he kept them on the down low. Those details didn’t leave his office.
    Kate had taken it upon herself to remove his can of Coke and he hadn’t finished it yet. Irritated, but forcing patience, he twisted the cap off the water bottle. After swallowing a long drink of water he nodded to her steno. She picked up her pen and looked at him expectantly. “Let’s draft a letter to Mr. Johnson and alert him to the continuance, dated today. Brett, please accept my apologies for the many delays your case has faced over the last few months. I spoke to and obtained a continuance in the discovery phase today due to just returning to the office from my recovery. I also have some questions regarding the previous continuance. All briefs will be filed with Judge Ryan’s office next Monday—add the date—and I will contact you when a trial date has been set. I know your concerns and I will do everything I can to resolve this matter prior to going to trial. I look forward to talking to you soon, sincerely—fill in the data.”
    He took another drink and watched her flip the page to begin the next letter. They’d managed six before his next call. Since he could handle talking to Armand’s cousin Frankie about the upcoming release of her trust fund without Kate, he sent her out to take care of those letters.
    Closing his eyes, Richard pinched the bridge of his nose. Alone, he could admit to the weariness dragging on him. He shouldn’t have tried to play so hard on the court. He didn’t have anything to prove with Armand—except he did. His best friend still blamed himself for the car accident and had all but buried Richard in bodyguards for the three months of his convalescence. Though Richard had read the reports from Armand’s security team, as well as the investigation opened by the police department, he remembered very little of the actual accident.
    That bothered him. He thrived on details, but the vague shadow of crunching metal and falling were all he’d been able to piece together. The doctors had told him he may never remember it.
    Though his case remained open, everyone—Armand included—believed the accident was tied to the same group that tried to kill Armand. Richard was the face of the family, and it didn’t matter that they had no conclusive proof, his best friend wouldn’t let it go. Richard’s injuries had scared Armand and he’d reacted accordingly.
    Hell
,
he probably bribed that doctor to keep me on limited mobility
.
    Playing hard had been the only way to prove he was back up to snuff. Except—his side ached and he wanted that nap Kate had suggested earlier. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he hit the button for Kate’s desk. “I won’t typically ask for this, but I have to get on the phone with Francesca Grace to go over some inheritance issues. Do you mind heading down to the coffee kart in the lobby and picking me up a latte? Treat yourself to one too.”
    “Not a problem, Mr. Prentiss. Are you sure you don’t want me to cancel the five o’clock call? You could have thirty minutes before we head to the function.”
    No, he wasn’t sure. But he couldn’t afford to show weakness to anyone.