CHAPTER 34
Ted Erickson had a habit of poking his head in Faye’s office when she was at her busiest. She only had three weeks before the trial.
“How are the cases coming together?” Ted asked.
Faye shuffled a few files on her desk and barely looked at him. “Lots to do! All but the McKay case are ironclad. Lots of evidence, multiple infractions, corroboration, the whole nine yards—”
“Take a breath,” Ted said as he stepped into her office. She paused for a moment. She could only imagine how frantic she must look.
In a slower pace, she said, “In the McKay case, all we have is stuff downloaded onto his personal computer and some pictures in a folder in his desk drawer. We’re likely going to need something more substantial to get a conviction.”
Ted sighed. “You better find something or we’
