IT'S NOW MONDAY, AND Danny hasn't returned my calls. I work the front office at Slam headquarters on Mondays and Wednesdays, and Joel takes Tuesdays and Thursdays and we're closed Fridays and weekends. I wait until a quarter till noon and take off to the office where Danny works. She just so happens to be the legal secretary for the team's lawyer. A business attorney, not a dick-face.
Jeff is standing in front of Danny's desk and talking to her about some legal document.
"Hey, Jeff, my man. What's up?" I ask as I move closer to the desk.
Jeff turns and a large smile spreads across his face. He's a good guy. "We don't have an appointment, but I can always make time for you, Van. I've been betting on a paternity suit for a few years now." He laughs, like this is the funniest joke on earth.
