Information Wants To Be Free
Back in the mailroom, he finds Brad loading up the cart.
"So what'd Mr Manners want?"
"Nothing big." Lindsey shrugs, head still spinning. "Had a special package for someone."
"Good. Don't worry about him; between you and me, I just overheard some very interesting information. Seems Mr Manners is in for a nasty surprise at next week's board meeting." Chuckles. "Don't go tellin' him that, though."
"Why would I? I mean, it's not like he's offered to pay my way through law school in exchange for information, is it?" Lindsey laughs at the absurdity. "C'mon, gimme a hand with this..."
Cops Suck
"License and registration please, Sir."
"Ain't got none."
"Step out of the car please, Sir."
It's routine by now; legs apart, hands on the hood. The cop asks for ID; he hands over the business card.
"This you? Wolfram & Hart?"
"Yup."
The cop almost salutes him, suddenly very nervous. "S-so sorry to bother you, Sir. I'll just be... You have a good day now, Sir."
The cruiser disappears in a cloud of dust before Lindsey has even gotten back behind the wheel. He briefly considers doing something about the back of the truck, but... nah. It's fun watchin' 'em squirm.