Good thing she’d joined a gym and worked out a lot during her last job as an online magazine and newspaper proofreader in Seattle. Otherwise, this part of her new position as a member of the company’s cleaning team would have been a lot harder. Stopping, she pulled her primary cell phone out of her pocket and glanced at it. She’d put it on silent, so she wasn’t surprised that she’d missed another call. That made four. Plus, there were a couple of text messages that said the same thing: Call me. She intended to call Judge Treena Avalon back. But not till later—or maybe tomorrow. She’d delay contacting Her Honor—for now. After their earlier brief conversation, Beth had anticipated the intense response she’d been getting. But she had work to do. As she’d initially intended when she got out her phone, she moved her gaze toward the time: 8:30 p.m. This floor, filled with labs where they mostly did testing for quality control, should be empty of personnel.
