~Socrates Annandale, Virginia February18, Wednesday Forty-three hours after the assassination… Sam leaned her head against the back of the car seat and barely stifled a whimper. It had been a hellishly long day and it wasn’t over yet. She glanced toward Travis who was sliding behind the wheel and reaching for his seat belt at the same time. “I’m sorry to delay you, Travis, but I didn’t want to return to Flayme’s house alone.” He cut her a sharp look. “Like I’d let you go there alone? You’re as ready to go home as I am.” “Yes, home sounds wonderful, what I’d give to kick off my heels and prop my feet up for twenty minutes.” She moaned at the thought. The idea of relaxing with a glass of wine sounded like heaven. “What do you think happened that Neil didn’t come in or call?” Travis asked, adjusting the heater control. She shrugged. “Who knows? He disobeyed a direct order to report to my office. As far as I’m concerned, it makes it easier to fire him.”
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