Page 17 of Precise Justice

“Sure, Brian,” Marc said then looked at Brian’s brother, nodded and said, “David.” They shook hands as Marc asked, “What’s up?”

“We’ve decided to sell Dad’s building,” Brian said.

“I figured you would,” Marc replied.

“We don’t want to throw anyone out. We’re not in a hurry,” David said.

“Okay, good. I appreciate that,” Marc said. “What are you thinking?”

“At least, what?” Brian said to his brother.

“Four or five months,” David said.

“That should be enough,” Marc said.

“We want to make sure the staff can find jobs,” David said.

“I don’t think they’ll have a problem,” Marc said. “They’re already bringing their resume’s up to date. Working for your dad should be a good enough reference.”

“Listen, we’d prefer to sell to you if you’re interested,” Brian said.

“I don’t know if I could come up with the financing,” Marc replied. “Without Mickey, I’m not sure the practice would generate enough income to cover the payments.”

“One of the firms on the first floor is interested. We thought we’d give you first shot at it,” Brian said.

“First shot at what,” they heard a woman’s voice from behind Brian and David. “Are you selling the building?”

Both Brian and David turned and said in unison, “Hello, Connie.”

Marc saw a medium size older woman, wearing a stylish black hat and large sunglasses.

She stepped up to Marc, extended her right hand while saying, “Connie Mickelson.”

“Marc Kadella,” he replied.

“You must be Mickey’s latest project,” she said.

“I am, or, I was,” Marc said.

She turned back to the boys and asked again, “You guys selling?”

“You interested?” Brian asked.

Connie thought about it for a few seconds then said. “No, I don’t think so. I got enough on my hands in Minneapolis. Property in St. Paul would be a pain in the ass.

“Marc should buy it,” Connie said turning back to him.

“No, I think it’s a bit over my head,” Marc said.

“You guys will get it sold, no problem. I know a couple of people might be interested. I’ll give them a call.”

“Thanks, Connie,” Brian said.

“Okay,” she said, “I gotta ask. Is it true your old man’s heart gave out while he was in the sack with a high end hooker client?”

Marc sucked in a deep breath and almost backed away. He knew it was true, but also thought it was in bad taste to ask his sons that at his funeral.

Except, knowing their father as well as they did, both sons laughed and Brian admitted it.

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