BAXTER SLUMPED IN A hard, uncomfortable chair, his gaze sliding nervously around the room. When the door at the side of the room opened, he jerked and briefly straightened. But when he saw who entered, he seemed to dismiss her immediately, slumping back down like he didn’t care.
Watching from the next room, Percy snickered. “And there’s perfect proof of your incredible stupidity, buddy.”
Baxter examined his fingernails while Brita took a seat across from him, the lines of his body screaming dismissal.
Brita sat with her back to the glass. They couldn’t see her face, but she looked relaxed, confident. “So...Mr. Baxter...how long have you been working for Duncan Vespard?”
Baxter squirmed slightly in his chair. “I want a lawyer.”
Brita opened the folder she’d brought in with her and pret
