his attorney.
“And Tommy.”
“Tommy who?”
“My old apprentice.”
I was already reaching for my keys.
“What are you doing?”
“Come see.”
When I arrived, four vehicles filled the driveway.
Grandpa’s truck.
A black sedan I assumed belonged to David.
Tommy’s work van.
And a white SUV I didn’t recognize.
Grandpa stood near the porch in his usual work clothes.
David was beside him holding a leather folder.
Tommy leaned against his van, drinking coffee.
I got out.
“What is happening?”
Grandpa smiled.
“Morning. I was wondering how long you’d
