Briar
“I’m so glad to meet you, Miss James!” Wendy stuck out her hand for me.
I shook her hand and smiled.
“Call me, Briar, please.”
Wendy was a young woman, a year older than me, around five-foot-one with bright sparkling brown eyes that carried bundles of mischief. I didn’t see the resemblance to Justin, but they seemed to be close.
Wendy hugged her cousin in a bear hug after she was done with me.
“Good to see you!”
“I saw you yesterday, Wendy,” Justin chuckled.
“It’s even better today because I get to meet Miss— I mean, Briar.”
I smiled. Wendy’s office was small. It was kind of snug with the three of us in here. She worked for a local newspaper, but I could tell she was small scale. I should have met with her a few days ago on the day of the shooting, but for obvious reasons,
