"Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he is?"
"One of the Committee—Councilman Coleman."
"Mm-hmm. And who is he really, Captain?"
"Councilman Coleman."
I whistled. "What did they nail him on?"
"Misuse of authority."
"And he didn't get a suspended for that?"
"Wasn't his first offense. Still want to see him?"
I gave a lateral wave of my hand. "Of course."
My pattern of living—call it my office routine—had been re-established through the day. I hadn't had a chance to brood much over the bombshell Coleman had tossed in my lap in the morning, but now I could think.