He dragged me into a new Mexican restaurant on the corner of Building 8. The food was so spicy that I started sweating. Unexpectedly, it lifted my spirits a bit.

As Zachary noticed that my mood had gotten better after eating, he said, "That's more like it. Now let's head up and talk about business."

I followed him upstairs.

His law office wasn't like others, it was usually closed unless he was working a case. It was a weird mix of an apartment and an ...