“Whatcha suppose he wants?” grunted Breezy. “Somethin’ must have struck him real sudden.”
They came to the doorway and watched Len cross the street and stop in front of Amos Baggs’s office, where Baggs was just coming out.
The Lobo Wells lawyer eyed Len suspiciously, but there was no anger in Len’s eyes.
“I jist wanted to ask yuh a few questions,” said Len. The lawyer nodded shortly, remembering that Len had prevented Nan from signing that thousand-dollar cheque.
“Charley Prentice never adopted my son, did he, Baggs?”
Baggs’ face twisted thoughtfully.
“No-o-o,” he drawled. “No, he never adopted him, Len.”
“Nothin’ to prevent me from taking that boy, is there?” asked Len.
Baggs walked to the edge of the sidewalk, spat thoughtfully and turned to Len.
“Nothing legal.”