"Come on, Dave," Michael crooned into the phone, "there has to be a way for us to plea this thing. You and I both know..." His train of thought was momentarily derailed as his door opened and Maggie entered his office. Dammit, I told Karen I was on the phone.
The expression on Maggie's face changed his attitude immediately. She was pale and wild-eyed, gripping her leather folio as though it were a lifeline and she was in danger of drowning in a storm-tossed sea. He frowned. "Look, Dave, I'll have to call you back."
Replacing the phone, he crossed to her. "What's up, Mags?"
She blinked a couple of times and licked her lips anxiously. "I...well it's just..."
"Come on, sit down," he said, guiding her to the black leather couch. He sat in a matching chair at an angle to her. "Wh
