His secretary glanced up at me with a flustered look. “He’s really busy, Rose.”“That’s okay,” I said leaning to the side to take a peek through his open door. Mason was sitting on the edge of his desk, his broken leg extended in front of him. An older man in a suit and two men in sheriff’s uniforms were in his office with him. I recognized two of the men and my heart leaped into my throat. One was the sheriff, Mervin Foster, and the other was Mason’s boss: George Hanover, Fenton County District Attorney. There was no sign of Joe, which was strange, since he was the sheriff’s second-in-command.The four of them were deep in conversation. Mason turned his head slightly and noticed me standing by his secretary’s desk. He held up a finger and said something to the other men before grabbing his cane and hobbling out to see me.“Mason, you didn’t have to come out here,” I whispered.He grabbed my arm and tugged me around a corner to a small break room. “I wanted to see you after you went to the doctor.
