So I pressed on, into what I was already, somewhere underneath, beginning to suspect was a terrible mistake.
“Ma’am,” she said, backing up an inch against the display case, “I think there’s a really big misunderstanding.
I don’t know a Wade.
I mean — I work for a lot of people, but —”
Chapter 7 — The Blue Folder
“See!” Sammy announced from the cart, pointing a triumphant finger at her shoulder bag.