and ties were all custom-made by the finest tailors in the Financial District. Caxton was used to having that level of helpless anger leveled at him by now. He couldn’t have cared less about it. He’d earned a reputation in San Francisco as the lawyer you loved to hate. But as he often said, being hated sure did pay well. Caxton’s favorite story was about a client who had asked him if he could seek justice. He’d
