Friday, May 11th
CAROL dropped Lisa off at school and turned in the direction of work. On an impulse, she dialed Maurice’s cell phone before she tried his office, and caught him just as he was about to pull into the parking garage.
“It’s Friday, Carol, and as long as you have no court, there shouldn’t be a problem if you want to work from home today,” he said.
“I have a quick plea hearing at nine-thirty. I’ll just leave from there.”
“Who’s that on?”
“The Henley assault. Her husband’s pleading guilty, so it should be an in and out type of thing.”
“Go home after that. I’ll call you if anything comes up.”
“Thanks, Maurice,” she said, then hung up her phone. It rang almost immediately, but she didn’t recognize the number, so she didn’t answer it. The press still hadn’t given up on her,
