when you undertook your profession?â
Rich smiled. âI get it now. Paul told you about me being a lawyerâ¦â
âNo, you did. Are you here to sell your soul? If so, Iâll have to call somebody else, as I work on, as they say, the good side of the street.â
Rich turned to Paul and pointed a thumb at Noah. âHeâs great, you know that? Really great.â
âYeah, great,â Paul said, wondering how Rich would have reacted to the coyote, wondering what heâd say if Paul even tried to tell him about the events of the past hoursâ¦or minutes, depending on which world you were referring to.
âListen,â Rich said, âIâm on my way out with Cheryl,and then Iâve gotta head back to the firm. But I called Bob Harrell, heâs my boss, and he said that as a matter of fact they could use a good writer, if youâre willing to work free-lance. Probably twenty or thirty hours a week, and theyâll only pay forty dollars an hour, but itâs a start.â
Elation and relief filled Paul. âForty dollars an hour! Thatâs more than what I was making at the Tribune!â
âYeah, well, now you know where the money is,â Rich said, his tone implying that heâd just thrown a bone to a mongrel. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a card, turned and handed it to Noah, saying, âIf you ever need a good law firm, we do everything.â
Noah took the card with his right hand, holding it with the pipe, and looked it over. With his left hand, he reached into the pocket of his white shirt and pulled out a business card, which he handed to Rich. âAnd if you ever decide you want to forsake evil for good, give me a call.â
Rich gave him a smug expression as he took the card, which, as he touched it, burst into a flash of blue flame. âHey!â he yelled, jerking his hand back and sprinkling a bit of black ash.
âApparently youâre not pure enough to touch my card,â Noah said in a dry tone.
âThatâs not funny! You could have burned me!â
Noah nodded. âAnd then youâd sue me?â
Richâs eyes narrowed. âDamn right.â
âAmericans pray to their doctors, âSave my life, good sir.â The new high priests of life. But they live in fear of their lawyers. âPlease donât destroy me, sir, or take my home.â You are one of the modern-day demons.â
âCareful,â Rich said. âThe law is an honorable profession.â
âHave you ever helped the poor?â Noah said. His tone of voice trembled with a very Noah-like righteousness that caused Paul to hold his breath.
âNo,â Rich sneered. âThey want help, they can go to law school like I did.â
âGot it all figured out, donât you?â Noah said.
âAre you trying to say something?â
âSir,â Noah said, his voice a whisper, âare you interested in riches and power?â
Rich glanced at Paul as if to ask if he was being ridiculed. Paul let his breath out and shrugged, wishing Rich would drop it and leave.
âYeah, of course,â Rich said, using his how-dare-you lawyer tone. âWho isnât?â
âThen there is somebody waiting for a discussion with you,â Noah said. He put Richâs card in his pocket, the pipe in his mouth, and turned around to look out the window.
Rich stood for a moment, dismissed, then walked past Paul toward the door. âWeird friend youâve gotthere,â he said as he stepped into the hall and pulled the door closed.
Paul turned and Noah was back to his former appearance of long hair, beard, and white tunic.
âI donât know what to make of all this,â Paul said.
âMaybe I shouldnât have shape-shifted,â Noah said. âI didnât mean to startle you. I apologize for not staying within your belief structure.â
âIt was pretty weird,â Paul said,