“Two o’clock,” Ruth said. “That’s three hours from now. Can you be ready?”
“I’m already ready.” Cloe was standing at her desk, jacket on, the folder under her arm. Mac was in his office doorway watching her face. “What does it mean that he called us in today? Before the five o’clock deadline?”
“It means the judge reviewed the filings independently and decided he didn’t want to wait.” Ruth’s voice was tight but focused. “It could mean he’s going to dismiss the whole thing from the bench. It could mean he has questions. Either way we go in with everything and we let the documentation speak.” A pause. “I’ll meet you outside the courthouse at one-thirty. Don’t be late.”
She ended the call.
Mac crossed the room. He stopped in front of her and looked at her face the way he did when he was ch
