CHAPTER 17Jen stormed into the refectory, Elliot trailing behind her—it was his rostered day off—looking like he’d lost a battle.
Abby’s lawyer marched straight up to her and slammed a document down on the table.
“Jen, what’s going on?” asked Trent from beside Abby—they hadn’t spoken about The Kiss, despite the regular massages.
Astrid stepped out from behind the counter, frowning.
“What’s going on is that Kenny wrote a note before he died. A note that the president has been suppressing.”
“Jen, don’t!” Elliot protested. “This isn’t what you think it is.”
“Isn’t it?” Jen snapped at him. “Because I think this is your president attempting to create animosity towards my client by implying that she was responsible for their deaths!”
The refectory fell silent.
“Is she?” asked Astrid in a
