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’un. Miguel knows what he’s talking about.”
    At least I think that’s what he said. It was hard to tell around the food already in his mouth.
    “Okay.” The pancake-wrapped egg made me feel a little queasy. I wasn’t as hungry as I’d thought. “Maybe we could put this in the fridge for later.”
    “Good. Let’s go.” Miguel started for the door.
    “No. She needs to eat,” Ollie argued. “I’ve been through this. I know what it’s like.”
    “It’ll be fine,” I assured him. “I’ll eat later.”
    “At least take it with you.” Ollie wrapped it all up in some aluminum foil. “Just slip it into your pocket. It will stay warm that way.”
    That sounded even less appetizing. I took the pancake anyway. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t eat it, but I didn’t want to offend Ollie.
    “Will you look after Crème Brûlée for me? Miguel fed him. He might get lonely.”
    “I’m not much good at looking after animals, especially spoiled fat cats.” Ollie glared at Crème Brûlée, who immediately hissed at him and ran back to the office.
    “Thank you.” Miguel grabbed my arm and we headed out the front door.
    The morning was bright and sunny, already warming up—full of sounds from the city. I could glimpse the blue water of Mobile Bay from the parking lot. There were fishing boats, tourist charters, and ferries from the city to Dauphin Island. Every tourist should have a chance to see the city this way.
    “Here.” Miguel handed me the foil-wrapped breakfast and then started his car.
    “Thanks. And thank you for coming to get me this morning. I’m sorry I was so messed up. Yesterday was awful. I’m hoping today will be better.”
    “Most people going to a police interview aren’t that optimistic. I guess that’s why you can handle your food truck not making much money. Optimism.”
    “Uncle Saul was in the food business for thirty years before he retired. He says you have to be patient, like a spider. When the right insect flies into your web, you grab it.”
    “I wouldn’t have thought of applying that image to the food business.” He pulled into the heavy traffic, headed for downtown Mobile. “Your uncle must be an interesting character.”
    “He’s my father’s brother,” I confided, “but you couldn’t find two men more different if you tried.”
    I told him about my father’s close-cut curly hair. Uncle Saul wears his gray-streaked, black curly hair like a big bush on his head. My father wouldn’t be caught dead like that.
    “And my father is the president of an old, established bank, while Uncle Saul lives in the swamp in a log cabin he built himself. They don’t get along all that well, either. My father blames that on my mother, but I think they’re too different to be friends.”
    “Don’t you believe in opposites attracting?”
    “I suppose it all depends. It can happen. I don’t know how long a relationship like that can last.”
    “Is that what happened to you and your boyfriend?”
    “That’s a little personal. I’ve only known you a few hours, if you don’t count the time I was sleeping.”
    He repeated my words back to me. “I’m your lawyer. I have to ask personal questions sometimes.”
    I looked at him in his dark suit, white shirt, and blue tie. His clothes today were better than they had been last night. Maybe he’d thrown on whatever he could find to come and help Ollie. Maybe he saved this suit for special occasions.
    His black Mercedes was at least ten years old. The brown leather interior was spotless. He maintained what he owned, I considered, but wasn’t making as much money as he had in the past. Possibly a reflection of his problems at the DA’s office?
    I knew those attorneys didn’t make much money, either. Intuition told me that somewhere along the way, he’d had money in his life.
    I wasn’t rude enough to inquire.
    “Are we clear on your statement?” Miguel asked as we pulled into the parking lot for the police station.
    “Yes. I