“Couple of odds and ends,” he said. “Such as what?” “Stu’s condo, for one. The Jewish girl is reluctant to move out.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Stu’s girlfriend. Maybe you met her. She was at the house Sunday.” “Sure I met her. What about her?” I heard Ben sigh. “They lived together in a condominium in Sudbury. Now that Stu is gone, naturally the place ought to revert to his family. But the girl indicates she’s not moving. She evidently is prepared to fight this in court.” I decided not to tell Ben right then that I had recommended a damn good lawyer to her. But it did occur to me that I was Ben’s lawyer, and he was now asking me to demonstrate that I was worth that hefty retainer he paid me. “If the place is in Stu’s name,” I said carefully, “I don’t see what the problem is.” “That is the problem. Stu put it in her name.” “Off the top of my head, then, I’d say it’s legally hers.” “I don’t think this is a matter that will lend itself to top-of-the-head opinions, Brady.”
