FedEx? I swore the doorknob took ten seconds to turn. The door creaked open. “Michael. What’re you doing here?” I failed to keep my voice level, instead sounding like a wolf baying at the moon. He closed the door behind him. “Your office number showed on my phone. Thought maybe we could talk here first. Alone.” Everything inside me froze. This was not going according to plan. I coughed to buy some time before responding. “But I’m just starving, and we can eat and talk at the same time.” Michael strode over to my desk and placed his hands flat down on it. “Let’s talk now, please.” He smiled, but it didn’t soften his expression. My hands squeezed the seat of my chair so tight, they’d have to be pried off. “Well, it’s settled then. Talk first, eat second.” Would he notice if I dug through my purse for my mace? Of course he would. Without taking his eyes off me, he pulled up a chair beside my desk. “What happened with Corrigan?” “They’ve charged Eagleton with your sister’s murder.”
