Averyâs recommendation. Weâve been pleased with your work, but the firm canât handle bad publicity.â
âThere wonât be any bad publicity. I didnât do it.â
Avery crossed his arms. âHollis, can I assume the police were following up, since all the members are ex-felons?â
âYes.â I wasnât about to go into the manner of the deaths. âIt was Abby Caldwell, my book club friend you met at the restaurant, who died.â
âIâm sorry to hear that.â
Ed dropped all pretense of commiseration. âYou realize, of course, that we have an obligation to protect our staff and clients.â
âYes. Iâm not going on a killing rampage, Ed.â I turned to Avery. âYou trusted me once. I promise you, Iâm not involved.â
Ed spoke to Avery as though he hadnât heard me. âPerhaps we should allow Hollis to go on paid leave until this is all settled.â
Avery stood. âNow wait, Ed. I think we should talk this over with the personnel committee before we go down any particular path.â
I didnât know how telepathy worked, but I looked at him with all the hope I could communicate.
Ed continued to regard me as if I were a hostile witness. âAll right. That makes sense. After all, thatâs why we have a process for handling these things. Hollis, go ahead and go home.â He looked up at Avery. âCall an emergency meeting of the personnel committee for tomorrow morning.â
âItâs just you, Lisa and me,â Avery said. âLisaâs still here. Why donât I see if she can meet this evening? Tomorrow morningâs bad for me. Iâve got to make a court appearance.â
I gave him a grateful look.
Ed nodded. âOkay, that works. I have to be gone by seven. I promised to take my wife to the theater in San Francisco.â
Avery opened the office door for me. âOh, I donât think this will take long.â
Saying nothing, I moved past him. I just wanted out of there.
At home, I hurriedly changed clothes before heading to the police station with Storm Crossing.
âIâm here to see Detective Faber or Detective Lincoln,â I said to the uniformed receptionist.
âTheyâre out in the field. Were they expecting you?â She assessed me with curiosity.
âYes ⦠well, no, it wasnât decided for sure. I told them Iâd bring this book.â I handed over the copy of Storm Crossing.
âIâll make sure they get it.â
Back in the sunlight, I didnât mind missing another opportunity to bond with the detectives. The autopsy results must have been delayed. There was little more I could do but wait for another verdict about my future.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
S itting in my living room, I replayed my conversation with Ed and came up with a multitude of more effective responses that had escaped me at the time. I was a wreck. Each passing minute I waited for the phone to ring seemed like an hour. I knew I needed to finalize my court statement, but I couldnât focus. My life was back on hold until I heard from Avery. I couldnât do anything even if I had wanted to. Why bother with the statement? I needed to be employed to qualify for the pardon.
My stomach growled and I remembered my skimpy lunch. There was a frozen dinner in the freezer, but after reading what was in it, I put it back. My appetite just wasnât cooperating. My emotions always affected my belly.
I was debating making a PB & J sandwich when the phone rang, flashing Averyâs office number on caller ID. I made an effort to adjust my breathing to an even pace before I answered.
âHey, you okay?â Avery asked.
âYou tell me.â
âYouâre okay.â I heard his smile. âEd brought the personnel policy handbook and quoted chapter and verse on the ability of the firm to suspend or place you on unpaid leave for cause. I didnât even
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