JOANNA IS SEATED IN the interview room, legs crossed, her ponytail and make-up perfectly done, looking more like she was interviewing for a beauty pageant than a drug possession charge.
At Helen’s request, Gladys and I are in the observation room. She’s been uncharacteristically quiet since Dan called, spending most of the time in thought. Her expression is impenetrable.
I have no idea what’s going on in that brilliant head of hers. And it concerns me.
When Helen comes in, Joanna looks up with a bored expression and says, “How long is this going to take? I have an engagement this evening.”
“With President Davenport?” Helen asks.
She tosses her ponytail and says with a smirk, “I don’t really think that’s any of your business, is it?”
Helen sits and rests her elbows on the table. “No,
