I flipped to the schedule at the back.

Three expected expert witnesses and a line for estimated fees.

“Twenty-seven hundred dollars,” Edward said, “before a single expert even opens his mouth.

And Ms.

Vance’s meter runs at five hundred an hour.”

“Clare already has her retainer.”

“Then keep her on, and let me work for nothing.

I’m doing this for Ruth.” He said it without any heat, the way a man mentions the year he was born.