Someone was calling on his back line. He pushed the speaker feature on his phone and said, “Robinson.” “Mr. Robinson, this is Katherine Rasmussen.” “Good evening, Katherine, do you have some good news for me?” “Not good or bad, Mr. Robinson. Dan is no longer represented by the public defender. Wayne Little and Duke Romack have taken over the defense.” Noting the setting sun, Robinson walked over to the bar in his penthouse office, put a few ice cubes in a glass and poured three fingers of scotch as he spoke. “Don’t know them. What can you tell me?” “Wayne Little is a young partner in the Duncan Law Firm, also the brother of Dan Little.” Sipping the scotch, he walked over to the window and looked to the west. “Well, that’s interesting. I’m looking out my window and I can see Duncan’s fire station a few blocks out Washington from downtown. I don’t know Little, but nearly every businessman in Houston knows Tod Duncan. If one of my companies got sued today, I’d be calling him.
