Chapter Twenty
Nancy paced Greyson Hollister’s office with a menacing
attitude. She’d been kept waiting long enough. Just as she reached for the
door, Hollister smashed through it, threw her purse on the couch, and stopped.
“Waiting long, Detective?”
“Long enough, Ms. Hollister.” Nancy wanted to punch
something. The smug little look on Hollister’s face infuriated her.
“You’re the one that asked for this meeting, not me.”
“I didn’t know you’d keep me waiting for…” She looked down
at her watch. “Two hours.”
“Traffic was a b***h. You know, everyone going home and
all.” Hollister leaned against her desk, not even bothering to take off her
coat. “Let’s make this quick, shall we?”
“Well, I expect that will depend on you, Ms. Hollister.”
Nancy pulled out her pad and pen. She’d writt
