“Corporate forgery, and attempted reckless endangerment based on the heavy metal test.”

A man in a dark gray suit came up the hallway from the elevator with a leather accordion file under his arm.

It was Garrett’s defense lawyer, a senior partner at the firm on Ross Avenue.

“Mr.

Callahan,” the lawyer said, stopping three feet from our bench.

“I just came from seeing your son in the holding area downstairs.”

I looked up at him, keeping my hands flat on the green binder.

“Garrett is ready to transfer his remaining private real estate back to Callahan Construction by five o’clock tomorrow,” the lawyer said.