Jeff grinned. "Closure on his past? Those were a nineteen-year-old kid's words?"

I smiled. "Okay. It's a direct quote from Kate's psych evaluation." My twin sister, Kate, is a psychologist and does workups on all my clients. Adoption reunions can be emotional, and I don't proceed unless I feel reasonably sure the client is mentally prepared.

"Sounded like Kate's lingo," Jeff said. "What's the kid's story?"

"Will is biracial," I answered. "Raised by white middle-class parents. He's thought of himself as white his whole life. Then he goes to UT, and things changed. The team and his new friends consider him black. He wants to understand that better. He's okay with it, but it really got him thinking. Smart, insightful kid, if you haven't guessed."

"Hope he doesn't get all stupid when he lands his hundred-million-dollar NBA contract. Sometimes green is the only color that matters with these young superstars."

"You're being judgmental. Will is not your typical, cocky jock. He seems pretty damn normal to me— and to Kate."

"He is an amazing athlete, which means reporters are gonna be on this case like fleas if they find out he's even remotely involved."

"They won't hear it from me," I said.

"Someone in the Department's always taking a leak in the general direction of the press, but let's hope we can keep Will's name out of this. You both went to Olsen's house. When was that again?" He poised his pen for my answer.

"Two days ago. Then she calls me tonight. Says she needs to talk to me. I figured her more as the HighTea-at-the-Warwick-Hotel type than a coffeehouse patron."

"Why couldn't she talk to you over the phone?" he asked.