For Money or MayhemChapter 14 Challenging the Enemy
Monday morning, I walked into the office at EFC feeling even more naked than my shaved face. For the first time I could remember in recent years, I wasn’t carrying a computer. The police still had my office under lock and key, much to the surprise of the people who shared the house with me. I’d received a call from Daniel’s counselor, Cora, before I even got to EFC, thanking me for the work I’d done and asking to be briefed on anything I could provide that didn’t breach a confidence. She was...