Chapter Twenty-One
Finn
A few days later, I walked down the hallway at the courthouse, pausing at the door that led to the attorneys’ offices. When I flashed my badge, the security guard nodded from the window behind and let me through.
“Here to see Becca?” he called out as I passed by his open doorway.
“That I am. Is she in her office?” I asked in return. At his nod, I kept moving, making my way to Becca’s office.
I rapped my knuckles on Becca's door. When she called out for me to come in, I stepped inside, closing the door behind me and muting the cacophony from the hallway. The District Attorney’s office in Seattle was always bustling and today was no exception.
Becca looked up from her desk. She was rarely frazzled, although today she looked on the verge of it. Her dark hair was
