Chapter 41
Catfish
“I don’t know what to say.” Paul Clancy looked pig-sick and his fingers shook as he brushed them across his upper lip for the millionth time. He glanced at the clock on the wall and Sophia followed his gaze, working out the time on a blank face with hands and no numbers. “I’m due in surgery soon.” He chewed on his bottom lip, forming decisions and reversing them.
“I suggest you call and say you won’t be there,” Melody said, her voice calm. “We can do this without you but you need to hear your wife’s viewpoint, don’t you?”
“I don’t know. You say she worked for you part-time for six months? Are you sure it’s my wife? She’s never had a job in her life.” He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and Sophia felt compassion for him. A man with the intelligence and ski
