Chapter 27

            Seventy-something year old attorney, Jackson Milton, was roused out of his sleep by the phone ringing at his bedside. He opened his eyes to see his alarm clock said five-o-nine in the morning. He cleared his throat and reached for his phone. He had a regular landline. His cell phone was in the other room. Jackson hated that thing and avoided using it as much as possible. Being as old as he was, he didn’t grow up in the age of technology. When he knew he was going to be home, he had the calls from his cell forwarded to his landline.

            Only a client would call this early or a family member calling about an emergency.

            “Hello?” he answered sleepily.

            “Who is this? Where&rsq