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obviously annoyed. And the ad didn't get me in trouble. It was just ineffectual. Apparently, no one wants a divorce lawyer who's a gentleman.
    I see. Tell me, Gentleman Gerry. What's your take on this?
    We'll know soon enough.
    Miguel made a face. Oh, what the hell are we being so coy about? I'm Miguel Rios, Sally's first husband.
    Jack did a double take. What are you doing here?
    I was invited, just like the rest of you.
    I wasn't aware that you and Sally were on good terms.
    I wouldn't say it was good terms. Don't get me wrong. It's not like I was expecting her to leave me a mile-high pile of shit and an extra large spoon. I just wasn't expecting her to leave me anything. But when you're worth forty-six million bucks, maybe there's enough to go around for everybody. Even your ex. So here I am.
    For the money? said Jack.
    The lawyer jumped in, as if pained by Miguel's words. That's enough information, Mr. Rios. We came here to sit and listen, remember?
    Oh, put a sock in it, Gerry. You don't represent me here, so don't be telling me what to do.
    Hold on, said Jack. Are you saying that Gerry the Genius is attending this meeting in some capacity other than as your lawyer?
    Excuse me, said the attorney. That's Gentleman Gerry.
    Miguel said, Genius here got the same letter I got. He's named in Sally's will, too.
    Jack leaned back, thinking. Interesting. We've got an estate worth forty-six million dollars, but so far, the only people who appear to be in the running to inherit any portion of it are a newspaper reporter, an ex-husband, the ex-husband's divorce lawyer, and my client. All eyes shifted to the man at the other end of the table. Who are you, sir?
    I'm an attorney.
    Another lawyer, said Jack.
    I'm here on behalf of Mason Rudsky.
    Rudsky was a name that everyone but Tatum seemed to recognize immediately. Jack said, Mason Rudsky, the assistant state attorney?
    That's the one.
    Jack said, The same Mason Rudsky who oversaw the investigation into the murder of Fenning's little girl?
    Yes.
    Miguel glared at him and said, The same Mason Rudsky who in five freakin' years never brought an indictment against anybody for the murder of my daughter.
    There was anger in the father's voice, and it cut through the room like an Arctic blast.
    The door opened, and all rose as Vivien Grasso entered the conference room. Keep your seats, she said as she took her place at the head of the table.
    Thank you for coming. Sorry for the late start, but I wanted to give everyone a chance to get here. I would begin by saying that there was one other invitee, but I have as yet been unable to nail down a current address for him. I'll assume he's a no-show.
    Who is it? asked Jack.
    Not important for present purposes. You'll see soon enough when the will is filed with the court. He won't lose any of his rights as beneficiary simply because he failed to attend the reading of the will.
    Does that mean everyone here is a beneficiary? asked Jack.
    Let's have the will speak for itself, shall we? Vivien opened her leather dossier and removed the last will and testament of Sally Fenning. Jack felt his heart thumping as she began, trying to imagine how the others must have felt. They - or at least one of them - might be just minutes away from the cushy side of a forty-six-million-dollar inheritance.
    But why?
    I, Sally Fenning, being of sound mind and body
    Vivien read slowly, and Jack listened to every word. He was a lawyer, after all. Words were his business, and words were all you had when it came to dealing with the wishes of the dead. But he was beginning to think that whoever wrote this will must have been paid by the word. It went on for several pages, dry and repetitive as hell, about as bearable as a Swyteck family reunion without Zanax.
    When do we get to the good stuff? asked Tatum. Jack glanced at his client. The big guy's eyes were about to glaze over.
    I'm turning to that now, said Vivien as she slid another document from her dossier. The trust