Suzanne let out a startled scream when she realized another person was in the room. Her hand flattened on her chest. The rasping of her quick breaths filled the room. “Oh, my God. If you’re in here”—she looked toward the front of the office—“why was the door locked?” “I’ve been here since five a.m.” Gina worked hard to control her anger. It wasn’t going to do either of them any good if she yelled at her boss. “It was still dark outside when I got here.” Suzanne moved toward her office, but Gina stepped away from her desk and into the center of the main work area—not really blocking her boss’s way, but pretty close to it. Suzanne’s eyebrows rose with a questioning look. “Can I help you with something?” “We’re dropping the case?” Suzanne took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for the conversation. She let her worn messenger bag fall onto a nearby stack of file boxes.
