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drawers in cloth covers. Mom might have had it in her writing desk in the bedroom. That’s where she kept her mail, but I can’t really remember seeing it there.”
    “Okay, Sherry. You’ve helped me a lot. If you think of anything else, even the smallest detail, please, call me.”
    I watched Sherry walk across the parking lot and get into an Audi sports car. Something told me that there was a lot about this family that I’d have to dig out. The uncle must be Lillian’s brother, not Gary’s. I moved to the computer and Googled Elite Wines.
    There was a good bit of information that popped up.
Elite Wines: founded 1953 by the late Martin Brandeis
Current President: Gary Yarmouth
Vice President: Jack Brandeis
Gross sales for 2004: $20,000,000
Largest Clients: The Forge Restaurant, Four
Seasons Hotels South Florida, Ritz Carleton
Hotels South Florida, Omni Hotels nationally
Board of Directors: Lillian Yarmouth, Marian
Brandeis, Angelina Martin, Guillermo Gonzalez
Warehouse and Home Office, 13555
Biscayne Blvd., North Miami, Florida
    So Elite was owned by Lillian’s family, and I was right, Jack must be her brother, but he’s not the head honcho. Gary must have beat him out of the presidency. No wonder Sherry said her uncle was jealous of her dad.
    I dialed Elite Wines. “Jack Brandeis, please.”
    “He’s not available. I’ll give you his voice mail,” said a bored female voice.
    “No, I need to speak to him directly. It’s very important.”
    “That’s not possible. There’s been a death in the family, and he’s unavailable.”
    I thought I heard gum chewing on the other end of the line. “Look, miss, I know there’s been a death in the family. This is Mary Magruder Katz, Lillian Yarmouth’s attorney. Can’t you contact him?”
    “Just a minute,” the voice said. Boredom had turned to impatience.
    While I waited, I printed out the information from the computer. Angelina Martin? Was that a relative of Carlos who was on the board of Elite? A male voice interrupted my thoughts.
    “This is Jack Brandeis.”
    “Mr. Brandeis, this is Mary Katz, your sister’s attorney. Lillian is your sister, correct?”
    “Yes, Ms. Katz. Just tell me what I can do to help. I guess you’re calling about your fee. Of course, the company and I will take care of whatever is necessary.”
    “No, this isn’t about my fee. I’m calling to ask you to come to my office, so we can talk about Lillian’s case. Your sister is not able to communicate much. She’s very depressed. I need as much information about the family and the business, so I can prepare her defense.”
    “Well, I’m afraid I’m awfully busy right now. I have to keep things going here. The office is in a turmoil. I’m sure you understand. Maybe next week.”
    “I understand that you can’t get away, so I’ll come to your office. Tomorrow. Is morning or afternoon better for you, or shall I pick the time?”
    “Come over around noon. I’ll do my best to spend a little time with you.” He hung up.
    I was getting the picture that the Yarmouth-Brandeis clan was not one big happy family.

CHAPTER NINE
     
    My desk was piled high with unanswered motions, unopened mail, and assorted dirty coffee mugs. I had to hire an assistant. The support staff at my old firm appeared in my memory as perfection, even though I had griped about them. All of the associates believed they spied on us for the partners, but they did keep the wheels of justice moving.
    I grabbed my copy of the
Daily Legal Review
and turned to the want ads. One ad jumped off the page. LEGAL SHMEEGLE FOR ALL YOUR LAW OFFICE NEEDS . The name made me giggle, until I read more.
Margaret Shmeegle, former legal secretary at one of America’s top-ten law firms, will find the right people to serve your every law office need. Paralegals, secretaries, receptionists, computer specialists, we have them all and they are trained and ready to make your office a perfect Shmeegle experience.
    I grabbed the phone,