“He’s going to need some company. I was going over now for a little bit.”
“You’re going to take the deposition from Bill?”
“Yes. Later today. I want to let him get some rest first. He took some nasty thumps, and he was floating in sedative last night. Plus he’s irritated at being stiffed for dinner.”
“As long as you’re headed that way, take care of him, too,” Torrez said, nodding behind them toward the street. Estelle turned to see Frank Dayan’s little blue compact car turning onto the dirt. “He finally has his big story on a Monday morning.”