“Of course,” I said.

“But the document stays right here.”

He looked at the surrender page with the blue ink smudge across the signature line.

Then he picked up his briefcase and walked out of the room without it.

Gable’s knee popped when he bent down for the pen.

He tucked it into his breast pocket without wiping it off.

“I’m withdrawing as counsel,” he said.

Victoria’s hand flew to her pearls.