“Some of it.”
“Uh-huh,” Hashknife took a deep breath. “Did he say anything about—uh—goin’ easy on your brother?”
Dawn flashed Hashknife a quick glance of interrogation.
“How did you know that?” she asked wonderingly.
“Guessed it. He could go easy at the trial, you know, and he might make promises to your mother. Does your father like him?”
“No, I don’t think he does. Dad doesn’t like many folks.”
“Is the judge a friend of your father?”
“Judge Beal—I think Dad likes him.”
“Miss Conley, how long has the Big 4 been tryin’ to buy your dad out?”
“For about two years.”