Valentina
"You've been served," the man at the door said, handing me a manila envelope.
"... Thank you," I said, accepting it from him. He mutely had me sign my name on his tablet, nodded and walked off.
I closed the door and turned around. "Is that what I think it is?" Chrissy asked, eyeing the envelope.
I opened it and slid out several documents. "It's a subpoena for the case against Barrett," I groaned. "Just what I need right now."
"They probably did it because they need a more thorough testimony from you," she said, peering over my shoulder.
"Yeah, they pretty much only have my police statement at this point," I said. "Took them long enough to reach out. I hope my missing time doesn't affect my credibility."
"Doubtful," Chrissy said. "I was keeping an eye on the case while you
