Malcolm shook the newspaper, folded it, and added it to the growing pile beside the coffee table. "There are more allegations of wrongdoing against a lawyer. I've been following this for more than a week now," he said to Jim Cramer, another agent of the Invicta.

"What's it about?" Jim asked. "Who's the lawyer?"

"Don't know. They don't give a name. But each accusation is brought forward on behalf of a senior citizen. And each is sent to a different newspaper." Malcolm fingered the paper on the top of the stack, then tapped an article. "The guardians of these old folks want to know how to stop this well known attorney, bring him to justice, and keep themselves out of hot water. They don't want to bring in another lawyer, either. Can't say I blame them. But there's quite a few complaints here. And the newspapers have withheld the complainers' identities."

"Interesting," Jim said. "Never heard of a newspaper withholding anything, especially several at once. Sounds like a coordinated action."

Malcolm nodded, then glanced at the memo in Jim's hand. "What do you have for me?"

"Mr. Brian Miller called. He's coming in to see you on Monday."

"Monday, huh? Wonder of which week," Malcolm said in a grumble. "Never can count on his doing what he says he'll do."

"He was pretty explicit about it. He said this coming Monday. He tried to call you at home last night, but couldn't reach you." Jim glanced at his memo. "He also mentioned you're expected for supper at his mother's…ah…your mother's… Mrs. Jessica Miller's next Saturday."

"Thanks, Jim."

"What happened to your fish tank, Malcolm?" Jim asked as he looked into the empty tank. "Need any help?"

Malcolm looked slightly sheepish. "You know, I really enjoy taking care of my fish, but sometimes I get so involved in something else, so busy, that I forget about them. Hell, I forget to eat. The pet shop is going to deliver a new stock of tropicals for me." He gestured at a box on the floor near the tank. "I bought some fancy stuff to put in the tank. I like to watch my pretty little creatures while I try to unravel a particularly knotty problem."

"Nice," Jim said, lifting a large piece of white coral from the box. "Must have cost a pretty penny. Can I put it in?"




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