“I’m waiting on that revised case law for sexual harassment. I’d like to get it this morning,” He continued riffling through papers on his desk without finding what he wanted. He searched files, paperwork, law books, and the notepads coming up empty. He glanced across the room. Maybe he’d left it over there. Canvassing the conference table as if he was digging for gold rewarded him with a small piece of paper. It was the one Deacon Burton had given him with Jill’s phone number. He’d already added her name to a list of possible witnesses. But he wanted to hold on to the piece of paper written in her handwriting. Maxwell sat at his desk and tugged the cuffs on his shirt. Just as he was about to put pen to paper, a knock at his office door interrupted him. “Yes,” he said shifting his sight from the paper to his door. Sonya cracked the door and peeked around the edge of it. “I’ve got the law book and the information you requested.” “Come on in, you’re just in time.
