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Meanwhile”—he lifted an eyebrow—“at some point a process server is going to track you down.”
    Mikey nodded. “Jimmy talked about that already.”
    “Good.” Mr. Day nodded. “When they find you, just verify your name and take the papers. Don’t say anything else, and then call me immediately.”
    Mikey had to smile. “That’s exactly what Jimmy said.”
    “Smart man.” Mr. Day returned the smile. “But I’m your lawyer now, so call me first. I’m sure he won’t mind.”
    He wouldn’t, Mikey knew. “So do I need to do anything else?”
    “Not a thing,” Mr. Day replied. “We’ll call you as soon as we find something out, get a copy of the lawsuit, but we won’t file a response until after you’ve been served. The clock won’t start ticking until then anyway. No reason to rush and run the risk of missing something.” He glanced at Quinn. “Quinn, did you have any questions? Anything to add?”
    Quinn shook his head. “I might as I go through the notes. Is it okay to call?” He directed the question to Mikey, who nodded in response.
    “I have classes two nights a week, but I guess you wouldn’t be calling at night anyway,” he said.
    Quinn and Mr. Day both smiled at that. “Probably not,” Quinn agreed, “but that’s mostly for your benefit.”
    “Lots of burning the midnight oil for law students,” Mr. Day agreed. “And it doesn’t get much better once you’re done.”
    Mikey remembered Jimmy’s comment about getting tired of the grind and all the references he’d seen on television and in movies to things like “billable hours.” “Yeah, I guess it’s not really a nine-to-five job.”
    “More like six to eleven,” Quinn said. “And that’s a.m. to p.m. Not a job for someone who needs a whole lot of sleep.”
    Mikey bit back a laugh at that, remembering how grumpy Jimmy had been the few times he’d been around in the morning. He suspected the need for early morning hours had been the real reason Jimmy lost interest in practicing law.
    “Okay, then.” Mr. Day folded his portfolio closed and tucked his pen into his pocket. “We’ll leave it at that for now. Quinn will call if he has questions or if we need to meet again. Mikey, please feel free to call us at any time with any question, and particularly if there are any new developments we might not be aware of. And, of course, call immediately once you are served.”
    He pushed to his feet, and Quinn and Mikey followed suit. “Quinn will show you out.” Mr. Day extended his hand again. “Have a good day. And remember, we’re taking care of this. Try not to worry.”
    He left the room, and Quinn visibly relaxed. “He’s a little… intense,” he confided, and Mikey let out what could only be described as a giggle.
    “Yeah,” he agreed. Relief at the admission made him bold, and he raised an eyebrow at Quinn. “Does he know about you?”
    Quinn flushed. “No, but not because I’m hiding it or anything,” he said, his low voice belying his words. “I just don’t think it’s relevant.”
    Mikey thought maybe it was, but he didn’t know if Quinn knew Mr. Day had a gay son, much less the story behind that. He certainly wasn’t going to be the one to tell him. “Well, thanks,” he said instead. “I think I can find my way out.”
    “I’m sure you can,” Quinn said, stepping to the side and holding the door open. “But we don’t let visitors wander around alone. Too many confidential documents and such.”
    Good point. Mikey nodded and let Quinn lead the way down the hall to the lobby doors, which he opened and held for Mikey to pass through.
    “Thanks again,” Mikey said, and Quinn gave him a smiling nod in reply before disappearing back behind the door. Mikey passed along a similar gesture in silent thanks to the receptionist.
    He was in the elevator headed back downstairs when the tension ran out of him all at once, and his knees nearly buckled. He gripped the rail along the wall and waited for