Chapter 18

“Going into court with the biggest gun in town is always fun, especially when something goes wrong, and something nearly always goes wrong.”

“We’ll leave that in your capable hands,” I said. “Lucinda Hawkins, a friend of ours, is taking us to see Robbie’s grandmother on Friday, and we’ll need to have papers for her to sign. It’s our understanding that she isn’t well enough to come into town.”

“Give me her name and address,” Ernest said, “and my secretary will have documents ready for you to pick up by the end of the day on Thursday.”

We’d come prepared for that, and I handed him a printout containing all the particulars—our names and addresses, Robbie’s name, etcetera.

“That was interesting,” Mike said as we walked back to where the truck was parked.

“I didn’t like the part about things going wrong.”

“Like the man said, we’re going into court with the biggest gun in town.”

“I certainly hope it doesn’t turn into a shoot-out,” I said. “How are we fixed for salt-rising bread?”