Chapter 11

Ten minutes later he watched Dara walk away back to the offices and cranked the engine. He tore out of he parking lot so fast his tired squealed. He could do this. He and The Cup. Maybe he wouldn't be the one to break the legend after all.

But he'd need Brenna's help to pull everything off.

The offices where his sister worked as a paralegal were in downtown San Antonio. He hit the Interstate and pushed he speed limit all the way. Then he wasted more time finding a space in the closest parking garage. By the time he rushed into the site of law offices almost thirty minutes had passed and he was getting a little nuts.

The reception area was carpeted and spacious, with comfortable couches long two walls where people were obviously waiting for their appointments. The woman sitting at the dark walnut reception desk stared at him.

"May I help you, sir?"

He stopped and gulped in a lungful of air. He knew he probably looked deranged, not the impression he wanted to make on Brenna's bos