Ruthless family law attorney.

The little wheel spun.

The results filled the screen, and the first name on the list had a phone number printed under it in blue.

The office smelled like carpet shampoo, and the coffee in the lobby had burned down to the bottom of the pot.

Barbara Hayes had propped her door open with a phone book, and she was already on the second page of the contract before I sat down.

“Your father-in-law drafted this,” she said.