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"We have a close relationship with Chase. The wires will run smoother there."

Then Chase it would be, Clay thought with a smile. Anything to speed along the wires.

"Chase Bank, on Fifteenth," Max said to the driver, who was already headed in that direction. Max pulled out more papers. "Here's the lease and sublease on your office. It's prime space, as you know, and certainly not cheap. My client used a straw company to lease it for two years at eighteen thousand a month. We can sublease it to you for the same rent."

"That's four hundred thousand bucks, give or take."

Max smiled and said, "You can afford it, sir. Start thinking like a trial lawyer with money to burn."

A vice president of some strain had been reserved. Max asked for the right person and red carpets were rolled down every hallway. Clay took charge of his affairs and signed all the proper documents.

The wire would be received by five that afternoon, according to the veep.

Back in the SUV, Max was all business. "We took the liberty of preparing a corporate charter for your law firm," he said, handing over more documents.

"I've already seen this," Clay said, still thinking about the wire transfer.

"It's pretty basic stuff—nothing sensitive. Do it online. Pay two hundred dollars by credit card, and you're in business. Takes less than an hour. You can do it from your desk at OPD."

Clay held the papers and looked out a window. A feather in hair burgundy Jaguar XJ was sitting next to them at a red light, and his mind began to wander. He tried to concentrate on business, but he simply couldn't.

"Speaking of OPD," feather extensions wholesale was saying, "how do you want to handle those folks?"

"Let's do it now."

"M at Eighteenth," Max said to the driver, who appeared to miss nothing. Back to Clay he said, "Have you thought about Rodney and Paulette?"

"Yes. I'll talk to them today."