I was floored. Could I see to it? What was I to say besides, “I’ll try my best, sir. I’ll ask my grandfather right away if he will take on the investigation.”
A buzzer went off on Reis’ desk. I looked at my watch—it was 9:25. Reis rose and shook my hand again. “Yes, do your best, Gordon. Sam Gold is an important client, and he’s only going to become more so as we expand into other states. Please keep me informed.”
The painted sign on the smoked glass door to my grandfather’s office read FRANK WOLF DETECTIVE AGENCY. It had begun to fleck and fade after 20 years. That’s how long my grandfather had been in this same office near Brooklyn’s Boro Hall. I had called him immediately after meeting with Reis. Grandfather asked me to come over right away. I started a new charging section in my lega
