CHAPTER EIGHT
“There is one kind of robber whom the law does not strike at, and who steals what is most precious to men: time.”
NAPOLEON I
After the officers left, Sam tried to settle down with a novel she’d been reading to keep her mind off things, but her thoughts kept returning to what had transpired between her and Jane Oldsfield and what might happen at tomorrow’s interview if she decided to go. After flipping through a dozen pages and realizing she wasn’t getting any further than the one line she was reading over and over again, Sam knocked Holly gently but firmly off her lap and got off the couch.
Heading for the kitchen, she paused before she entered the room to make sure no one was sitting in the seat Jane had previously occupied. But the chair was still in the same place, a f
