Marshall said nothing.

“In any case, once they’re out of rehab they can resume their lives, and I hope it won’t be their old ones.”

“I hope so, too.”

“As you know, I now have access to my trust, so I won’t be needing financial help from you. You’ve done more than enough for me. I went online and looked at the statements, and I see that you’ve trebled the principal with your investing skills, and I’m grateful to you for that.”

“I would suggest that you continue to let me invest the bulk of your funds,” Marshall said.

“Thank you, I’d like that.”

“I’ll have Anne get the paperwork done for your new account.”

“Thank you.”

“Where are you staying?”

“I’ve got a room at the Lowell, on East Sixty-third. I haven’t thought beyond that.”

Marshall went to his desk and wrote down something, then took a key from a drawer and returned to the sofa. “The firm has a couple of apartments that we use to house out-of-town clients once in a while. If you like, you’re welcome to stay in one until you go back to Yale.” He handed Dink the address and key.

Dink accepted both. “Thank you, Dad, that’s very kind of you. I’ll move in tomorrow.”

“The house in East Hampton is still there, too. I don’t get out there as much as I used to, but the staff is still there. They’d be glad to see you whenever you like.”

“Thank you again, Dad. I’d enjoy that.”

“Have you spoken to Herb Fisher?”

“Not since he came to the farm. He was, understandably, angry.”

“You might go and see him,” Marshall said. “I think Herb is someone you’d profit from knowing, and anyway, you’ll need a lawyer.”

“I called his office, but he’s away this week.”

“Oh, that’s right, he went up to Mike Freeman’s new training facility.”

“Mike Freeman?”

“I’m sorry, he’s the CEO of a firm called Strategic Services. They’ve opened a new school for security people.”

“I’ll call him next week,” Dink said, then he got to his feet. “Thank you for seeing me, Dad. I’ll try to do a better job of living up to your expectations.”

Marshall, uncharacteristically, hugged his son. “Just live up to your own expectations, son.”

Dink signed the documents for his new investment account, said goodbye to Anne, and left.

ANNE CAME into Marshall’s office. “You seem to have a new son,” she said.

“It appears I do,” Marshall replied. “I hope it lasts.”

42

HERBIE CAME out of a class on defense strategy and ran, head-on, into Mike Freeman.

“Hi there, Mike. I didn’t know you were coming up.”

“I’m giving some prospective clients a tour. Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Very much.”

“Well, cut your next class and come with me,” Mike said, “and you’ll learn a lot more. I’m giving these folks an overview of what we do.”

Herbie followed Mike and his party of half a dozen into a conference room, where they all sat down and Mike switched on a projector. “Gentlemen, this young man in camouflage is Herb Fisher, the corporate counsel for our new division, Strategic Defense.” Everybody waved, and Herbie waved back.