IT'S NOT UNTIL MONDAY that I can put plan B in motion. It also sucks that it's a short week because of Thanksgiving. Danny will fly out to her parents' house on Wednesday afternoon. I need to make the most of the time I have.
I call Jeff's cell in the afternoon.
"Did she toss them in the trash?" I ask. These are the first words of the conversation.
"Give me a minute," Jeff says and, about two minutes later, he's back. "What's going on, Van? I told you not to hurt her."
Jeff's a nice guy and I've never heard his current tone before. "I'm trying to fix things. Did she keep the flowers?"
Jeff sighs into the phone. "They're next to her desk. She read the note and excused herself for a few minutes. Look, Van, she cried. She tried to hide it, but I've seen the signs a million times in my wi
