CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
When Chloe arrived at the lab, Greene was not there yet. The hour he’d requested still had another fifteen minutes attached to it. Still, Chloe found a workspace at the lab (there was only one other intern working in the entire lab, doing something with an old glove) and set up. She took Ruthanne Carwile’s notes of out of the copy of Sharp Objects and set it out beside the envelope that contained the letter that had come with the box of cookies.
As Chloe took the letter out of the envelope, she felt like she was stepping through a door—and that door might close behind her and trap her in this new place. And that was fine with her. Because that new place was a world where her studying of handwriting analysis and her subsequent excelling at it was no longer something she
