David Bishop - Matt Kile 04 - Find My Little Sister - Plot & Excerpts
I hoped my call would be answered by the district attorney’s receptionist with the perfect hair, nails, and eyelashes. “Please hold, Mr. Kile.” No. It wasn’t Ms. Perfect. The voice had no syrup on it. When whoever had answered came back on the line she said that Mr. Fitts could see me in fifteen minutes or after four this afternoon. I took the immediate choice and hopped back in my car and took the quickest route I knew to get downtown. Miss Perfect was not behind the receptionist desk when I arrived, instead, a sturdy woman, on the attractive side. She sat working at the desk, easy like, not flustered by her daily task of dealing with numbers and papers and phone calls from out of the blue, plus people dropping in with what they considered an urgent need to see the district attorney immediately. Receptionist/secretary was far from an easy task and she appeared fully in command. But where was Miss Perfect? “Mr.
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