28 NoraTo Nora’s surprise, she was still in O’Neill and still lawyering hard in her blazer and slacks.
Kent, Channing, and Winnie had all phoned between midnight and one o’clock this morning to tell her it was safe to come home. She’d planned to finish her out-of-town business fast and race to Spokane. Have a blowout TGIF to celebrate getting her life back and start the long Memorial Day weekend.
But she couldn’t tear herself away from a fifty-six-year-old lawman with a high-and-tight jarhead haircut. Trim in his tan shirt and dark brown trousers, he was guiding her through the maze of dark, narrow hallways in the basement of a flat-roofed two-story brick structure.
Surrounded by green lawns and meandering pathways, the Evergreen County Courthouse’s warm red-and-ocher exterior sported t
