Caleb Branam sat in the booth in the coffee shop and tried to smile at his friend.

"You trying to be a do-gooder, Aron?"

Aron McCoy just looked at him. "I'm trying to help you get your head out of your ass."

Caleb ran his hands up the sides of his face and across the top of his head.

"Hmm. Seems like it's still in the right place."

Aron snorted. "I should have known. A wiseass, just like at the University of Texas."

Caleb chuckled. "Is that ...