youâve moved out of here permanently?â
âI donât know.â
âWell. Is there anything else I can do for you?â
âNo, but itâs sweet of you to ask.â
âBut suppose I have to find you over the weekend? About McCloy, I mean? Where can I reach you?â
âJust leave a message on my answering machine at the office. Iâll be calling in regularly.â
For a woman whoâd just walked out on her husbandâafter how many years of marriage?âshe sounded remarkably cool. Also for a shrink who suspected one of her patients of homicide. But it sure explained the prevailing atmosphere in our office. I donât know if I was the last of the Counselorâs staff to catch on or the first. Nobody had said anything, at least not to me. But it explained the tension, explained Ms. Shapiroâs tears, even maybe Charlotteâs absence. And of course it explained the Counselor himself.
Like Iâve said, heâd never exactly been a piece of cake to work for. But that week? Well, come to think of it, heâd acted exactly like a man whose wife had just walked out on him.
Against his will, I figured.
âNo, Iâve never had the pleasure,â said Roy Barger, extending a plump hand toward me in the Counselorâs office, âbut Iâve surely heard of Phil Revere. Do you know what they call you around town, Phil? Charles Camelotâs Secret Weapon. Not so secret at that. But listen, my friend, any time youâre tired of playing slave to the Counselor here, you give me a call, will ya?â
Iâd never met Barger either, though Iâd have recognized him from his pictures in the papers. He was a bulky man, a little shorter than Iâd have guessed, with a florid complexion, lively blue eyes set in a large head and wavy gray hair, a lock of which frequently wandered across his forehead. His clothes fit him well: gray worsted suit, blue-striped shirt with white collar, black tie with a blue polka-dot design, black tasseled loafers. He came originally from somewhere in the South, still had a trace of the accent and the speech cadence and the ingratiating manner. As an attorney, though, he had the streetfighterâs reputation, also the headline-seekerâs, based in part on several notorious criminal cases, and though his firm now had several names after his own, it was, make no mistake, Roy Bargerâs firm. An expensive one too, by reputation. He was also the first person Iâd ever heard call my boss âCounselorâ to his face.
âIâm here to try to cut through the tall grass,â Roy Barger began, once the niceties were over and he was seated across from the Counselor, I at my usual end of the desk. âWhy for once, Counselor, canât we save our clients some money and ourselves some precious time?â
I watched the Counselor reach for a pipe.
âI think first we should define who our clients are,â he said. âI â¦â
âRight there,â Barger interrupted with a wave, âdo you see what I mean? Why canât we dispense with all that, Charles? I know, I know, McClintock represents the estate, the Magister children have their own attorneys, and youâre just a consultant to McClintock. Is that why youâve got your own investigators climbing all over my client, trying to find out what she had for breakfast this morning?â He pausedâgood timing, I thoughtâbut when the Counselor didnât answer, he turned to me with a broad smile: âIf you really want to know what sheâs having for breakfast, Phil, why donât you just call me? Or call Margie? Weâll be delighted to give you the menu.â Then, back to the Counselor: âThe point is, Charles, for every forkful of dung you can fling at Margie Magister, weâve got truckloads we can dump on the family. Even the numbers are on our side. Youâve only got one Magister. Weâve
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