Travis Anderson told Colt the next morning, after being informed of the latest developments in Colt’s situation. “Being told to take vacation never is. On the other hand—” Travis shrugged and poured his client a cup of coffee “—the sheriff easily could have suspended or even fired you for removing that key and entering Shelley’s former residence without following proper protocol.” No joke. Colt drank deeply of the strong, aromatic brew. “I really screwed up.” Travis topped off his own mug, then led the way from the break room back to his office. “Take it easy. You haven’t been let go yet.” The attorney sat down behind his desk. Colt took a client chair. Travis studied him. “When do you return to work?” “Monday morning. For a meeting in Ben Shepherd’s office.” “Do you want me there?” What he wanted, Colt thought, was to be able to tell Shelley everything.
