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"I assume the disarray is from the search," he said. "This is unacceptable. I'll speak to them about it. I presume they had a warrant? Ah, here it is."
He picked up the warrant from the coffee table, added it to his papers, and walked into the kitchen.
"Wait a second," I said, hurrying after him. "You can't just take that."
"Do you have a copier?"
I swung into the kitchen. He'd already established himself at the table, moved my things aside, and started spreading his papers.
"I take my coffee black."
"You can take your coffee down at the doughnut shop unless you tell me who sent you here."
"You are in need of legal services, are you not?"
I hesitated. "Oh, I get it. No one sent you. What do they call you guys? Ambulance chasers? I'm not interested. And if you try to bill me for this visit--"
"I'll do nothing of the sort. This visit is entirely free. A sampling of my services. I've taken the liberty of acquainting myself with your case, and I've devised a strategy for defending you." He moved two papers across the table, and turned them to face me. "As you'll see, this is a simple contract stating that, by agreeing to speak to me today, you are in no way committing yourself to retaining my services and will not be charged for this meeting."
I scanned the contract. For a legal document, it was surprisingly straightforward, a simple statement that relieved me of any obligation for this initial consultation. I glanced at Cortez, who was busy reading the warrant. He couldn't be more than late twenties, probably just out of law school. I'd once dated a newly graduated lawyer, and I knew how tough it could be to find work. As a young entrepreneur myself, could I really blame this guy for hard-selling his services? If, as the police suggested, I did need a lawyer, it certainly wouldn't be someone this young, but there was no harm in hearing him out.
I signed the contract, then passed it to him. He said nothing, just added his signature and handed me a copy.
"Let's start by discussing credentials," I said.
Without looking up from his papers, he said, "Let me assure you, Ms. Winterbourne, there is no one more qualified to handle your case."
"Humor me, then. Where'd you go to school? Where do you practice? How many custody cases have you handled? What percentage have you won? Any experience handling defamation of character? Because that may be a possibility here."
More paper gazing. Some paper shuffling. I was two seconds from showing him to the door, when he turned, eyes still downcast.
"Let's get this over with then, shall we?" he said.
He looked up at me. I dropped the contract. Lucas Cortez was a sorcerer.
CHAPTER 9
SPELL-BOY
"Get out of my house," I said.
"As you can see, I'm quite qualified to handle your case, Paige."
"So now it's 'Paige'? Did Savannah hire you?"
"No." He said this without surprise, as if the thought of a child witch hiring a sorcerer lawyer wasn't at all peculiar.
"Then who sent you?"
"As you've already determined, no one sent me. You called me an ambulance chaser and I didn't argue the point. Though, admittedly, I find the phrase reprehensible, the motivation it implies can be accurately applied to me. There are two ways for a lawyer to rise in the supernatural world. Join a Cabal or gain a reputation for successfully fighting them. I have chosen the latter route." He paused. "May I have that coffee?"
"Sure. Just go out my front door, make a left at the end of the road, and look for the big neon doughnut. You can't miss it."
"As I was saying, being a young lawyer seeking to make a name for myself outside the Cabals I must, unfortunately, chase down my cases. I heard of Mr. Nast's intent to seek custody of Savannah and, seeing an opportunity, I followed it. I understand Mr. Nast has not yet abandoned his challenge?"
"He refuses to submit to DNA testing, meaning he can't prove he's Savannah's father, meaning I don't see a case and don't need a lawyer. Now, if you'd like those directions again--"
"While his refusal to surrender a DNA sample may seem advantageous, let me assure you, it doesn't eliminate the problem. Gabriel Sandford is an excellent lawyer. He'll find a way around this, likely by bribing a medical laboratory to provide phony test results."
