Chapter 15

I sat in the office all day long and waited for the telephone to ring, which it never did.

Well, that is not true. It rang 36 times.

Each time, it was a different reporter, and they all got the same no comment from me.

But it never rang in any sort of useful way.

In that regard, it was a typical day at the office, I suppose,

but this was different.

A detective may spend a goodly portion of her time

sitting on her best feature waiting for something to happen,

but this was much, much worse, and not just because of the reporters.

Mind you, the reporters were pretty bad.

The more enterprising ones had swarmed around the office

and were camped out in various doorways and windows watching and waiting.

I was astonished that there was this much manpower to devote to a story

that seemed to be going nowhere fast, but there was a sense of brinksmanship at play.

None of them could give up because if they did and their paper was the only one that didn't have a picture of alleged cop-killer Jack Justice

stopping by his office to pick up a few things. Well, you get the idea.

In the meantime, of course, there was nothing to do but wait.

Something was bound to happen at any moment, and there was no sense in starting anything until

it did. Honestly, it took me an hour and a half to even commit to doing the crossword puzzle.

There was no danger at all of a client stopping by to distract me. Even if it weren't for the

terrible publicity,

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