She turned and went back to her corner office.

Her door clicked shut.

Michael looked at the empty shipping schedules on his monitor.

He needed solid proof to get Judge Vance to open that Warren County file.

The warehouse floor below went totally silent as the night shift went on break.

Michael stared at the yellow written warning lying on his clean blotter.

Michael watched a green crayon sweep a wide circle across the paper placemat.

Noah held the crayon in his small fist, keeping his eyes down on the table at the Oakridge Family Restaurant.