Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
I can print it.”
“Print it,” Eleanor said.
Nina left through the glass door.
Gavin turned to the attorney.
“You should know he abandoned a client presentation to sit on a highway.”
The attorney wrote something on his pad.
“I’m noting that.”
I opened the flap of the cardboard box and saw the edge of Sophie’s painted mug wrapped in a coffee sleeve.