“AGENT THOMAS,” THE receptionist said, “Joe and Trish Wallace are here to see you.”
“Thanks, Thelma. I’ll be right down.”
He stopped at the conference room’s doorway to tell Lizzie.
“Joe and Trish are here. I’m going to go get them. Be back shortly.”
She nodded, her stomach knotting a bit.
Usually when Joe, Nathan and I are together, it’s because we’re on the same side of a case, working together to solve it. But this... this involves Joe’s family. This couldn’t be more different.
And I really hope all this doesn’t screw up anybody’s friendship. I mean, maybe it won’t. Joe’s a professional and so is Nathan.
But still.
She sighed aloud into an empty conference room, and waited, and as she did, she sent up a silent prayer.
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