Chapter 124

“Mr. Dent,” I hesitated, gave it a think and said, “Do you know an Honest civil rights attorney?”

“What do you mean by honest?”

“One who won’t run to my board and ‘spill the beans.’”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” He looked at his wife and said, “Lorna?” then he said to me, “Do you have a dollar?” I nodded.

Mrs. Dent said, “Yes?”

“Put on your ‘professional hat,’ Tyche needs advice.”

The transformation was clear. As she walked away from her son, she ‘shifted’ from mother to ‘officer of the court.’

“Tyche, hand her the dollar.”

I did.

Mr. Dent said, “Mrs. Dent. You are retained.” He turned to me and said, “Have you a place of privacy?”

I nodded.

“Mrs. Dent,” I said, “Would you care to take a ride?” I nodded at the Sandy.

When we landed, she said, “That doesn’t give us much time. Marshal your documents and allies. I’ll see you Friday, the 11th. Come along, dear ... we have work.” She took Mr. Dent by the hand and stopped, “Thank you for the flight, Tyche. I always wondered what Sam did during the war.”