Her nose wrinkled. “For Jill?”
Simon waved to the receptionist. “It’s fine. Evie, or Jill, come on in.”
He came around from behind his desk and kissed me on the cheek. “So you’re my eleven o’clock? What’s with the fake name?”
“I’m actually surprised you didn’t c***k the code. You must be slipping, Simon.”
“Code? What do you mean?”
“The name I gave.”
Simon walked back around his desk and looked at the printed-out calendar on top. “I thought the last name was unusual. Tedbride.”
“Say it with the first name.”
He looked down again. “Jill Tedbride.”
“Now put them together.”
“Jilted bride. Cute. Guess I’m a little slow on the sixth-grade gags. I might’ve gotten Ben Dover or Mike Hawk. But what did you make an appointment for?”
“I have some legal trouble I was hoping you could help me
