"And without you," I growled at him, "I might still have a law practice."
"So you're helping them find Mary Hall—to embarrass me?"
"I've already found her," I said. "Feel embarrassed?"
"Not yet," he conceded. "What are you planning to do?"
"We've accepted a fee to turn her over to a client," I revealed. "I guess that's not unethical to tell you."
"And you'll do that?"
"After one more step."
"And that is?"
"Prove that she hasn't got the Stigma."
"Hasn't got it!" He hopped out of his chair and pressed his knuckles on my desk.