Chapter 16
Atlanta, GA
Charles
PHILIP AND I AWAKENED at the same time on Friday morning, just before the alarm went off. With little more than a good morning kiss, we quickly dressed and commenced our morning run, this already having become a part of our daily ritual. Before I knew it, we’d returned, bathed, had breakfast, and I was on the way downtown.
I had an early session scheduled with Andrew, following which there was to be a staff meeting—a sometimes boring but always necessary biweekly event. Andrew and I discussed several pending cases, including Philip’s. I wasn’t quite certain what Andrew’s reaction would be to our inside source in the DA’s office, but he seemed to think it was a case of poetic justice.
The staff meeting managed, as it usually did, to kill most of the morni
