Vaughn folds his hands on the desk in front of him and leans forward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
I give him a curt smile. “A little legal dilemma, I’m afraid.”
“For an upstanding citizen like you, Mr. Romanoff? Color me surprised.” He chuckles casually at his own joke, like we’re old buddies. But I see the fear in his eyes. He’s searching my face, trying to figure out what the hell a man like me is doing coming to see a man like him.
He’ll find out soon. And he won’t like it one bit.
“It happens to the best of us,” I sigh. “And the worst.”
“Right,” Vaughn says, a little uncertain of my tone. “Well, you came to the right place. I’ll absolutely help you out. First, we will want to—”
“Actually, it’s not me who needs helping,” I interrupt. “Not quite.”
Vaughn lays down the pen he
