W
ade stared up from his office desk, shaking his head at Maggie, whose arms crossed over her chest. “A pistol? In her purse? Are you sure?”
“Yes, Wade. I know what a pistol looks like.”
Wade leaned back in his leather chair. “And how exactly do you know that Tess had a pistol in her purse?”
Maggie stared up at the ceiling for a moment. Shifted the weight on her feet. “I didn’t know until I saw it.”
Wade’s head c****d to the left. “So, you were snooping in the woman’s purse?”
“I wasn’t snooping.”
“Looking for chocolate, maybe?”
Maggie marched forward and plopped down on a chair facing the desk. “The woman is carrying a g*n in her purse, Wade. Does it really matter how I found it?”
Wade leaned forward. Propped his elbows on his desk. Picked up a pen and clicked the tip in and out a
