How she hated the mornings when Richard popped his head in to complain about something or other before she’d even taken off her jacket. She hadn’t even drunk her coffee yet. Her head pounded from drinking with David last night.“Are you listening?” Richard asked.“I heard you. I heard you. We have a situation.” Did he think they worked at NASA? She pulled the lid off her coffee and took a desperate, hot gulp.“We have a real problem.”“Okay.” She shrugged an arm out of her jacket. “Got it. We have a real problem.”“Leave your coat on. We have to go.”“Go? Go where?” Tia tried to put the cover back on her coffee as she followed Richard out the door to the small hallway and then down the stairs.“To your client’s house.”Coffee splashed on her shirt. She tried to wipe it away while holding her cup and at the same time raised her right shoulder to keep her bag from slipping down.“Who?” she asked Richard’s back. Dog hair covered his tweed sports coat.“A Mrs.
