Sycamore Row - John Grisham

“Did she tell you about her name being mentioned in the last will of a white man
named Seth Hubbard?”
Marvis looked away for a second, then nodded slightly. “She did. Why you wanna
know?”
“Because in that will Seth Hubbard named me as the attorney to handle his assets and
property. He gave 90 percent of it to your mother and it’s my job to make sure she gets
it. Follow?”
“So you’re a good guy?”
“Damned right. In fact, I’m the best guy in the entire fight right now, but your mother
doesn’t think so. She’s hired some Memphis lawyers who are in the process of robbing
her blind while they screw up the case.”
Marvis sat up straight, tried to raise both hands, and said, “Okay, I’m officially
confused. Slow down and talk to me.”
Jake was still talking when someone knocked on the door. A guard stuck his head in
and said, “Time’s up.”
“Just finishing,” Jake said as he politely shoved the door closed. He leaned even closer
to Marvis and said, “I want you to call Nick Norton, collect, he’ll take the call, and he’ll
verify what I’m saying. Right now every lawyer in Ford County will tell you the same
thing—Lettie is making a terrible mistake.”
“And I’m supposed to fix things?”
“You can help. Talk to her. We, she and I, have a tough fight to begin with. She’s
making it much worse.”
“Let me think about it.”
“You do that, Marvis. And call me anytime, collect.”
The guard was back.