A glorious morning for revenge, she thought. She glanced at her watch. Nine fifteen. Her timing was perfect. Paige opened the door and entered the DA’s domain. She greeted the receptionist in the lobby as she crossed the room. There was no need to ask directions. She had been to Joe Myers’s office before. She strode down the long hall that separated the individual suites. At suite 218 she entered the office of Myers’s personal secretary. “Good morning, Miss Weston,” Sandra, a plump lady in her mid-fifties, greeted Paige with an efficient smile. “Good morning, Sandra,” Paige said, returning the smile. “I’d like the see Mr. Myers, if he’s available.” “He’s on the telephone right now, but as soon as he’s finished, I’m sure Mr. Myers will be happy to see you. Would you like some coffee, Miss Weston?” “No, thank you.” Paige sat down in one of the three chairs in the small waiting area, crossed her legs and smoothed the gray shirt of her suit. She directed her gaze to Myers through the glass wall that separated his office from Sandra’s.
