Part 3:
link “Andersen,” Percy picks up his phone Tuesday morning, stretching his left leg out in front of him, rubbing his knee a moment before bending forward and yanking his pant leg up to adjust his prosthesis.
Didn’t get it quite right this morning, he thinks, replacing his pant leg over the false lower leg and foot.
“Mr. Andersen? My name is Arthur Pendragon. Do you have a moment?”
“Um, sure…” he says, puzzling for a moment. “Pendragon? Like Pendragon Law Offices?”
“Well,...
