MYKEL

I received a call from Lex this morning. I knew it had nothing to do with me hitchhiking his granddaughter’s ride. Now I wondered what this was all about.

His office was classic and rich. He did not change anything since the last time I was his young protege.

“Lex.”

“Have a seat, Mykel. How have you been?”

“Great. Thanks for asking.” I took a seat. “But this courtesy call has nothing to do with me, is it?”

He gave me a shot of whiskey.

“Thank you.”

“I met your ...