His front seat was littered with peanut shells, which struck me as funny. Squirrels do eat nuts. Also, he had a mullet. Again funny. Sort of like a bushy tail. I thanked him for the lift and headed inside. Ruth made me feel really good about being here, which meant my version of normal was definitely changing. I decided to look over the papers Neville had dropped off. The envelope was upstairs on my small kitchen counter where I’d left it. When I emptied it out on the table, the contents left me gawking. The pages were blank. Like someone had just shoved a stack of typing paper in there. Sheila. Of course it had to be that bi-otch. She was Neville’s assistant, after all. Well, no way in hell was I letting her get away with this. I stuffed the blank pages back into the envelope. I’d march down to the courthouse and give her a piece of my mind. She didn’t scare me. Much. My shadow, Connelly, followed me.
