Addy returned a few minutes later and handed me my phone. “Juliet wants to talk to you.”
I sighed; it was best to face Juliet now rather than let her stew.
“Just a minute,” I said, and went outside. I chose a spot equidistant from the trash can and the nearest patron to avoid odors and eavesdroppers. Resting my hips against the metal framing the glass wall, I also mentally braced myself before saying, “I’m here.”
“We’ll discuss the confluence of factors that brought you to Addy’s side later,” Juliet said. Her tone made it clear she would not forget to do so, and I would not forget what she had to say. “For now, I’m glad you’re there. Obviously she told you about Sylvia Maddox.”
“Yes. And I saw it with my own eyes.”
Juliet continued, “I’ll file for a restraining order on Addy’s behalf.
