"Is this about the Goldman poisoning?" Adele asked. I nodded. "Does Jenny need a lawyer?"
"She has that right." I said. "And she very well might need one. But before we go there, you need to see this. I suspect you have no idea." I handed her the printed sheets of Jenny's grades.
"Oh my God." Adele whispered. "I had no idea..." Then she caught herself and looked up at me. "And how did you get these? The grades in her application to be an intern here were very good."
"Yes, as were the grades sent to the TCPD." I said. "But I think we both know how I got the real grades." Yes, Adele knew my wife was a full Professor at the University.
"Oh. Yes." said Adele. "And no, I didn't know. Let's go find her..."
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Jenny Peabody looked extremely nervous as she sat in Int
