On a plane from Geneva or Amsterdam a few years ago I sat next to a man and we struck up a conversation. We seemed to hit it off well and exchanged business cards and went on our way. Later this man’s family became involved in multi-million dollar litigation. I got a call from his attorney and this fellow I remembered from the plane. They needed some serious investigation. Soon I was sent out of state to get the skinny on the adverse party and spent a week or more doing just that. I searched far and wide for something resembling a smoking gun for use in the courtroom. My client’s lawyer really put a tight leash on me somewhat obstructing my areas of inquiry. In these kinds of things the lawyer is the boss. I held my nose and obeyed him. I turned up a bunch of things but nothing seemingly particularly exciting. I called in my information from the field and forwarded my report later. I was disappointe...