CHAPTER 33
NOW THAT ETHAN had been released, I had a little bit of breathing space, and I needed to catch up on some of my other cases. This morning’s team meeting had been a marathon of reports, planning, decisions, and briefings that lasted four-and-a-half hours, but I’d survived it, and before I started work on the stuff I couldn’t delegate, I deserved an iced caramel macchiato.
Ethan had made it through dinner last night and even managed a smile when Bradley brought out a cake shaped like a miniature jail with a hole blown in the wall. By Bradley’s standards, that ranked as tame on the scale of offences against taste.
This morning, I’d left Ethan in the kitchen talking to Lyle and Oliver over breakfast. Mrs. Fairfax had the day off, so Stefanie had made them all scrambled eggs.
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