“Valerie,” Arthur said, getting up from his chair.

“I didn’t expect to see you here until next month.”

“I came to pick up the mail from my old tray,” I said.

“A private defense lawyer named Lawrence Vance called the main desk twice this afternoon,” Arthur said, coming around the wooden counter.

He lowered his voice to a whisper.

“He asked for a full certified copy of your county employment records, your past performance reviews, and your current wage statement.”

“What did you tell him, Arthur?”