Mister didn't like my answer, and he was not about to be denied. Yeah, that's it. Get me the tax records for everybody here. And he used the gun when he shouted. I called Rudolph, who also hesitated, and so I shouted at him.
Last year's only.
We stared at the fax machine in the corner for fifteen minutes, afraid Mister might start executing us if our 1040's didn't hurry along. Excerpted from The Street Lawyer . Copyright 1998 by John Grisham. Excerpted by permission of Doubleday. All rights reserved.