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Sarah’s phone rang far too early. She had retrieved it from her jacket some time during the night and plugged into the outlet beside Joe’s bed. Now she regretted not letting the battery die.
“What,” she answered irritably. She saw who it was on her display.
“Morning, killer. They want a meeting with you as soon as possible. I volunteered to wake you up.”
“Mickey...” Sarah batted away Joe’s hand, which was already creeping up her torso. “I got in late. I need sleep.”
“Then you shouldn’t send out e-mails with the tantalizing subject line of ‘How We Will Win Our Case.’ People get excited.”
Sarah pressed the phone closer to her ear. She wasn’t sure if Joe could hear Mickey’s side of the conversation.
“I’ll come in this afternoon,” Sarah said. “I’m too beat.”
“If by this afternoon yo
