41 NoraNora inhaled a familiar aroma. The scent blended premium cowhide, furniture polish, and potted plant fertilizer.
She was back in the law offices of Brad Truesdale and his partners.
She also smelled Brad’s leather-tinged cologne.
Thick-bodied, the attorney stood beside her. He again wore a dark-blue suit, this time with a lighter blue shirt and a sunshine yellow tie.
She’d opted for the sleeveless sheath and matching jacket. Black as a judge’s robe, the outfit made her look like a magistrate.
Important when questioning a rural fire marshal who stubbornly clung to arson myths. She planned to tear his outdated belief system apart.
Convincing him to back down from his original arson determination might go faster if he viewed her as part of the establishment.
She was pleased to se
