He didn't have an appointment. I was busy working on another case, one involving an insurance company, when he walked in my door. As soon as I saw him, my instincts kicked in. His face looked familiar or maybe it was a resemblance to someone I had met in the past. Nevertheless, I knew from the beginning this case, if it turned out to be one, would be different.
He was tall with board shoulders and blonde hair. He looked like he could have played football in college. He was definitely big enough to. He walked straight towards my desk and saw down on one of my chairs. His eyes started into mine.
"You don't have an appointment," I told him.
He nodded, but said nothing.
"What can I do for you?" I asked.
"I need you to find my father."
"What happened to him?"
A short silence followed my question.
"I don't know."