Page 40 of Maddy's Justice

“Every bit of it,” he lied.

“Find anything useful?”

“Not a word,” Marc answered.

“Yeah, me neither,” Connie said. “Well, there’s a lot more to come.”

“Great,” Marc said doing his best to sound enthusiastic.

“You don’t mean that,” Connie laughed.

“Sure, I do. I haven’t had this much fun since my last prostate exam. How did we get so much of this crap so quickly anyway?”

“Lori Quinn was prepared. It’s her way of showing us she’s not gonna let us drag this out for three or four years,” Connie answered.

“Come in,” Marc said responding to a knock on his door.

Sandy stuck her head in and said, “There’s a Cliff Spenser on the phone from Stafford, Hughes. I thought you’d want to take it.”

“Okay,” Marc quietly replied.

“I have a call from Cliff Spenser,” Marc told Connie and hung up on her.

“Cliff, what can I do for you?”

“A couple of us would like to take you to lunch, Marc. If you’re not too busy,” Spenser replied.

Marc’s cynical, suspicious lawyer antenna went up, but he pleasantly replied, “I’m working hard on some discovery for your case. But I can always take some time off for a free meal.”

“Today?”

“Sure.”

“Ever been to the Minikahda Club?” Spenser asked referring to a spendy country club in the Chain of Lakes area of Minneapolis.

“A couple times, but not since they rejected my application,” Marc said, waiting for a response.

“You applied for membership and it was rejected?” Spenser asked “Let me look into it. I’m sure I can…”

“I’m kidding, Cliff. I never applied. I’m sort of like Groucho Marx when it comes to joining clubs. Any place that would have me as a member, I wouldn’t want to belong to.”

Spenser laughed then said, “One o’clock, okay?”

“See you there,” Marc said. “Oh, and Cliff, be on time. I don’t want to get kicked out.”

Connie came in carrying a cup of coffee. Marc put an index finger to his lips to indicate she should be quiet as she sat down.

“Should I bring Connie?” he then asked.

“Well, let’s just keep it with the guys for now,” Spenser uncomfortably answered not wanting to offend.

“Sure, no problem, Cliff. See you at one,” Marc said.

“What’s that all about?” Connie asked after Marc ended the call.

“No Jews at the Minikahda Club,” Marc said.

“Imagine my disappointment,” Connie sarcastically replied. “Actually, it might be women. I know a lot of Jews who are members. Including my dad. Past tense, of course.”

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