Why Her Lawyer Went Pale In A Motel Parking Lot

through a bowl of instant soup when I heard it. The sharp knock at the door. Three quick wraps. I opened the curtain enough to see Diana standing outside, dressed in black. Next to her was a man in a gray suit. Lawyer.

I didn’t open the door. Instead, I stepped outside, coat zipped to the chin, folder in hand.

“Rachel,” Diana said, smiling thinly. “This continue reading …