24
VERENA HAD JUST finished another laborious report for Herringbone when the phone on her desk rang. Verena tapped the speaker button. “Yes, Lacey?”
“Scarlett is holding on line one,” Lacey said. “And have you seen Jimmy Don?” She hesitated and lowered her voice. “There’s a police investigator downstairs asking for him.”
She tapped a nail on her desk. That’s interesting. “Did the investigator say what it was in regard to?”
“Not a peep, he’s got a mouth like a steel trap.”
“I can’t think of where Jimmy Don might be, unless he’s off trying to fire someone else.”
Verena switched lines to Scarlett. “Hey, girlfriend, what’s going on?”
“I tried to reach you earlier, but Lacey said you were busy doing facials?” Scarlett’s tone was incredulous.
“I know, it’s been a while, but I had to lay
