I put the motion back in its folder and lined up the edges.

He pulled a card from a small brass holder, wrote on the back in pencil, and slid it across the desk.

“Fort Benning.

Legal assistance office.

Ask for a man named Vance.”

“Army lawyers don’t file Georgia injunctions.”

“No.

But Vance knows who does, and he doesn’t answer to anybody on Oakridge Road.” He capped the pencil.