The following day, I’m having my regular drink at The Hoffstetter. Frankie tells me that his wife is pregnant with their fourth child.
“Another girl.”
“Congrats!” I tell him.
“I’m ready to be a father again,” he admits.
I hope so, I think. Good for him because I’ve never wanted kids.
I buy him a drink to toast and celebrate his good fortune.
I’m on my third cocktail when he says, “By the way, Peter Find was in here looking for you.”
“I am Peter Find.”
“I’m talking about the attorney.”
“When was he looking for me?”
“A few hours ago.”
“What did he want?”
“He left this for you.” Frankie passes me one of Find’s business cards. “He told me to tell you to call him. He has something important to speak with you about.”
I thumb the card: plain black, white lettering, black-and-gold bac
