Sycamore Row - John Grisham

as many miles as mine.”
“I guess I should’ve gone into the furniture business.”
“Anything but the law. I like this case, Jake. I might want to work on it.”
“Sure, Lucien,” Jake managed to say without hesitation. “Stop by late this afternoon
and we’ll chat.” He stood and dropped his napkin on the table.
“No coffee?”
“No, I need to run. Thanks for lunch and pass along my regards to Sallie.”