I didn’t sense any sexual tension, or threat. It seemed almost as if she were measuring him against some inner standard. Only after she took the glass from his hand did she turn her attention back to where I’d taken a seat in a burgundy and forest green upholstered wing chair that would have looked at home in Napoleon’s palace. “Janine is facing a number of serious charges. It will take some time for it to go through the legal system. We’ll put that time to good use—get her enrolled in anger control classes, therapy, anything and everything to impress the prosecutor, judge, and jury that she’s not a menace to society. I can’t promise you one hundred percent safety. But I can, and do, assure you that I’ll be keeping her under very close personal supervision while we work through this mess. She won’t be getting off scot-free from us either. She deserves harsh punishment for what she did, and she’ll damned well get it. I didn’t realize how often she’d been using my position as a club against others.
