Chapter 7
Chaotic and busy as the courthouse was during the day, it was even more eerie and quiet at night. After the last case had been closed, the last filing recorded, the last fee collected.
Even in the busy hive of the clerk’s office, almost all was still.
Rather than the constant buzz of conversation and phones ringing and people walking back and forth, only one low voice spoke, around the corner and out of sight.
Pam, getting an update from the sheriff’s department. The last one, with any luck, at least where Operation Retrieve All the Tainted Tea was concerned.
Regina was still in the tiny closet of a file room she’d occupied all day long, but she’d traded out the sit-bone-bruising chair for a more comfortable model. Trevor sat across from her, apparently not minding her previ
