CHAPTER 61
Their first client arrives a mere four and a half days later. Lary hears Felicity chatting to someone in the outer lobby. She sits there smiling to herself, listening to the older woman fuss over the mysterious “him” with coffee and homemade chocolate chip cookies she brings in every day.
“You-who!” Her neat brown bob peeks into Lary’s office. “I’d like you to meet Boris Levenouskivich.” Her face disappears, and then pops back in to say, “s****l harassment.”
Lary pushes back her chair, smoothing down her new black pants and cream sweater. She takes a moment to glance over at her desk photo of T.P. and Timex building a snowman together before heading out to meet her very first client as an official investigator.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Lenenous—”
“Call me Boris. Everybody just
