I took out my phone.

The screen was smudged, and the battery was at thirty-one percent.

There had to be a lawyer for this.

Somebody in this county who had spent thirty years looking at men like Arthur Bennett across a conference table and had stopped being impressed.

But who?

Every attorney I had ever met had met me at a Bennett party first.

I thought about the account at the credit union, and about how much of it a person like that would want up front.

I typed into the search bar with my thumb, slowly, letter by letter.