Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
What in the world am I doing here?
Mick shuddered. Where did that thought come from? It was unauthorized. Lately, he’d begun recognizing the incarnation of foreign thoughts in his mind. He refused to accept responsibility for them. Especially the voice that kept repeating:
“Do you think you can get through this stack today?”
“Do you think you can get through this stack today?”
It was Justice Janet Peterman’s, echoing through Mick’s soul every time he glanced at the mountain of folders in his basket.
No problem. As long as there are a hundred hours in the day.
Yes, it was reasonable to expect an increased workload after this much time off. But humans have physical limitations. If Mick were to work through lunch, forego dinner, and stay until it was questi
