The look of despair on the face of Vick Fell told Ben Reach the young handler had real troubles.
Joanne had put Vick in the library-conference room with a cup of coffee to wait for Ben who was tied up in a judge-ordered settlement conference at the courthouse when Vick arrived for his appointment. She too had recognized the anxiety in Vick and wanted to spare him having to be seen by others who might stop by the office unannounced, as all sorts of friends of the curmudgeon were likely to do now that bream fishing time was arriving.
Ben shook Vick’s big leathery hand, “Sorry to make you wait, son. How can I help you?” Read more