25 ChanningWednesday morning, Channing stopped at Safeway and picked up two coffees-to-go and half a dozen fresh maple bars.
Quinn wanted to see her twenty minutes before the Center opened “to strategize about Nora’s latest bombshell”.
Nora wasn’t invited. Not a good sign.
Sweetening Quinn up could be critical to achieving her goal.
“Their” goal, actually.
In their phone chat late last night, she and Nora had agreed that the number one priority was getting Quinn to commit Center resources to exhuming Timothy Randall’s remains.
At eight-thirty-five, Channing slipped into his office.
Seated behind his desk, he’d turned to stare out the window while muttering into the phone pressed to his ear. His broad back was covered by a wrinkled long-sleeve white shirt.
Quietly, she placed her go
