CHAPTER SIX
Greg walked across the street to his office. That was the beauty of a small town. The courthouse was just steps away. No long commute. No traffic jams. Mountain View had grown since he was a kid, but it was still a small town and you could drive from one end to the other in the minutes - maybe fifteen in rush hour. Greg loved it.
He entered the reception area and Tammy, the receptionist, handed him a message. “Mr Mason wants to see you right away,” she told him, in case he misread the message. He chuckled. That was another small town feature. Everyone knew your business. He didn’t mind. He had no secrets. He stopped in his office to drop off his briefcase, then continued to the DA’s door. It was open, and he walked in. His boss, George Mason, waved him to a seat.
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