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accidentally-on-purpose bump into Vivien at the game, find out what it was all about, and then decide whether it sounded interesting enough to offset the hassle of dealing with a loose cannon like Tatum as a client. Jack wasn't overly picky, but it had been one of those weeks where it seemed that if it weren't for clients, judges, and other lawyers, the practice of law wouldn't be such a bad way to make a living.
    Let's go, said Nate.
    Just a minute, said Jack. Vivien was headed toward them, and Jack had a bead on her in the crowd. He hadn't seen her since his father's farewell party as governor, but she looked the same - lean and athletic, little to no makeup, as if she'd gone for a twenty-mile run, jumped in the shower, and rushed over to see her son rip the visiting team to pieces. No one wondered where the star player for Gables High got his abilities.
    Jack Swyteck, she said with a smile. How's your old man?
    Doing great. I think he's fishing in North Carolina this month.
    Slacker. We need to get him out of retirement and run for Senate. Unless maybe his son is interested in politics.
    My interest is limited to voting. Even then, it's pretty much limited to voting for immediate family members.
    She laughed. Jack was about to introduce her to Nate, but the boy was already engrossed in deep conversation about Harry Potter with Vivien's ten-year-old son. It was the diversion Jack needed.
    Funny I ran into you, said Jack, lying. I was meaning to call you.
    What about?
    Friend of a friend situation. A guy named Clarence Knight.
    She seemed to be searching her mind, then it registered. Oh, yeah. One of the Sally Fenning heirs.
    Heirs? said Jack.
    I sent him a letter inviting him to the reading of the will. You're coming with him?
    I don't know yet.
    A will contest isn't your cup of tea, huh?
    There's a contest?
    I shouldn't have said that. Could be, I suppose. But no one's said anything. Yet.
    Are you telling me I should or shouldn't get involved in this?
    Forget what I said, she said, smiling. Just a lawyer's cynicism. Anytime there's this much money at stake, you expect the heirs to fight.
    You're sure Tatum Knight is an heir?
    Nate spoke up, as close as he ever came to whining. Come on, Jack, let's go. We're going to miss the kickoff.
    Just a minute, buddy.
    Vivien said, The boy's right. We are going to miss kickoff. Call me in my office Monday morning. We'll talk. And say hi to your daddy for me, she said as she walked away.
    I will. Good luck tonight.
    Go Cavaliers!
    Jack watched Vivien and her young son disappear into the crowd. The steady stream of spectators continued past him to their seats. Nate tugged at his arm.
    Hello up there! said Nate. Can we go watch the game now?
    Tatum Knight, an heir? Jack couldn't get the thought out of his head.
    Nate asked, What's that goofy look on your face for?
    What goofy look?
    You look like you just stepped in bat vomit.
    I think maybe I just did.
    Gross! Really?
    No, I didn't mean really.
    Then what did you mean?
    Nothing.
    Nothing, nothing, nothing. You did it again! said Nate.
    Jack smiled. So I did. Come on, let's go watch football. He put his arm around Nate and led him toward the bleachers.

    Chapter Six Kelsey was getting to know Sally Fenning.
    Kelsey Craven worked for Jack Swyteck. Her latest assignment was to pull together information on the two tragedies that punctuated Sally's life, her own senseless shooting at an intersection and the murder of her daughter five years earlier. She wasn't an investigator, so she'd gathered things that were publicly available, mostly from the Internet, such as newspaper articles and even an old Web site relating to Sally's search for her daughter's killer.
    It wasn't a full-time job, but a few hours a week was all she could give Jack. In addition to being Nate's mother, Kelsey was a third-year law student at the University of Miami. Law was her second career, something she'd decided to do after divorcing the man who'd convinced her that a