My nerves were shot. Frankie was losing it. Every visit to Queensboro to see him left me reeling. His grip on reality had become non-existent; I had never seen him this bad before and I couldn't do a damn thing without legal help. I needed Chase and I needed him badly. The morning Kami called me informing me that Chase had finally agreed to meet with me I practically fell out of bed and nearly killed myself dodging Manhattan traffic getting to the 35th floor of Martello Tower, where the law offices of Henderson, Fredericks and Stonewall were housed. "Mrs. Fox-Deluva?" I stopped my anxious foot tapping to Janis's, Me and Bobby Mcgee and yanked my ear buds out. "Yeah?" "Mr. Henderson will see you now.” I had only been inside Chase's office once before when he had first made partner and wanted to show it off. It was every bit as opulent and extravagant as his home was. The office itself was huge, plush carpeting, wall-to-wall bookshelves, a cozy seating area, a mini bar, and a private bathroom complete with a shower. His desk was dead center, solid oak, large and imposing with two leather wingbacks for clients.
