L isten I know a good lawyer.” Zevi had his phone out and was scrolling through his contacts.
Aviva tried not to roll her eyes. “Some guy you schmooze with in the cubicle down the row? I need someone tops not some two-bit—”
“He’s tops ” Zevi said touching his screen. “Here. Phil Goldmeier. Partner at Goldmeier and Associates. Not a cubicle in sight at his firm unless you’re the copyboy.”
Aviva was still suspicious. “How do you know about him?”
