13
A meeting of minds
I limped out of the ladies washroom and knew I had to take something for the pain and the swelling in my knee and shoulder.
“Heather, sit down,” Joy said, her voice edged with concern, handing me a water bottle. “Here, I have something that will help.” She handed me two Tylenol tablets.
I accepted the pills and the water and quickly downed them both and then sat down across from her.
“What happened?” Her concern knitted Joy’s eyebrows and wrinkled her forehead.
I shook my head.
We had to talk, but I didn’t want to be overheard. Someone had deliberately tripped me going down the stairs, which decreased the likelihood of the keying of Joy’s car not being part of this case to nil.
“We should meet with the boys at my house,” I said. “Give them a call and maybe we
