The lawyer frowned. "Who's Derek's dad?"
"Sorry," I said, "I meant Mister Mitchell."
"Oh, don't worry about him," the lawyer said. "He's been signing anything I put in front of him."
I almost couldn’t imagine. "Really?"
"Yeah," the lawyer said. "Gotta give the guy credit, too."
I wasn't sure what he meant. "Why?" I asked.
"You know, because of the broken arm."
Ididn'tknow. I gave a confused shake of my head. "He broke his arm?"
"Yeah. Some accident in Bermuda." The lawyer grinned. "A damn shame, huh?"
When I gave Joel a sideways glance, he reached up to rub the back of his neck. "Uh. Yeah," he said. "A shame."
The lawyer was still grinning. "Not just a shame. Adamnshame." And then, whistling a happy tune, he was soon gone.