Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
“The board’s counsel.”
Derek turned away from the blinds.
“Turn in your badge and clean out your desk by noon, Charlotte.”
Diane didn’t look at him.
“Derek, give us a minute, please.”
He checked his watch, then stepped out into the hallway.
The door clicked but didn’t latch.
Diane leaned in.