CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
From time to time, Avery felt guilty for using Sloane’s services. Dr. Sloane Miller was on staff to work with officers who were buckling under the pressure and stress of their jobs. Of course, in the A1, most of those officers would never admit they needed help. That’s why Avery had never had much of a problem getting a few minutes of Sloane’s time.
This afternoon was no different. When Avery entered Sloane’s office, she was sitting behind her desk drinking coffee and reading something on her laptop. She gave a genuine smile when she saw Avery step in.
“At the risk of seeming a little too full of myself,” Sloane said, “I was thinking I might see you in the next day or so.”
“How so?” Avery asked.
“The way the news is talking about these letters we’ve been getting. The
