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Chapter 9

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By five-thirty, the sky outside the townhouse had turned the color of dishwater.

Aria sat at the dining table with a legal pad and a pen. Zoe sat across from her, wide awake and furious about it.

"Write it down," Zoe said. "Every word. Date it. I'll sign as witness."

"I'm writing it."

"Write that he said Mrs. Sterling. Not Ms. Lane."

"I know what he said."

Aria wrote slowly. Brown jacket. Torn pocket near the left hip. Awning. Suitcase. Eleven-something at night. When she finished, she signed t
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  • Sorry, Counsel: My Heart Is Off the Record.   Chapter 18: The Silence in the Records

    The records office at the county courthouse had one window, one clerk, and a sign that read PLEASE TAKE A NUMBER. Nobody else was waiting, but the number machine still sat on the counter like a small, stubborn god.Aria took a ticket. Kai stood a respectful step behind her, hands in his coat pockets, looking as inconspicuous as a lighthouse."Forty-seven," called the clerk, without lifting his eyes."We're the only ones here," Aria said."Rules are rules, ma'am.""I've never trusted a rule that needs a ticket."The clerk, a middle-aged man with a gray cardigan and a nameplate that read Mr. Pruitt, finally looked up. His eyes moved from Aria to Kai, and back. "What can I find for you?""A search," she said. "Marriage and dissolution records. Names Aria Lane and Kai Sterling. Within the last ten years."Pruitt typed. The keyboard clacked in the quiet room. Aria watched his face the way she watched witnesses, for the small flinch before a lie. She saw only boredom."Marriage license, iss

  • Sorry, Counsel: My Heart Is Off the Record.   Chapter 17: The Green Umbrella

    The Pearl Street Café had mismatched chairs, a chalkboard menu that listed six kinds of toast, and a barista who greeted every customer as though they had personally wronged her. Aria took the corner table at 7:50. Julian arrived two minutes later with two cups and a pastry bag. "Cappuccino," he said. "No sugar. I was told you hate surprises." "Who told you that?" "Nobody. I guessed." He set the cup in front of her. "I'm usually wrong. Humor me." She took a sip. It was perfect. She set the cup down harder than necessary. At the long counter by the window, a tall man in a gray coat sat with his back half turned. He held a newspaper upside down. Aria glanced at him once, then looked away quickly, pressing her lips together. She rose to fetch a sugar packet she did not need. At the counter, she reached past the tall man's elbow. "How's the neutral scowl?" he murmured, eyes on his paper. "Terrible. You look like you're guarding a vault." "I'm guarding something." "Then guard it

  • Sorry, Counsel: My Heart Is Off the Record.   Chapter 16: A Dead Man's Letter

    Sunday evening, the Lane and Park office looked like a ship at anchor. Half the lights were off, the radiator hummed, and the leaking window had produced a small puddle that Zoe had labeled "Lake Zoe" with a sticky note.Julian was at the conference table with his sleeves rolled up and a folder open in front of him. He stood when Aria came in."You got my message," he said."I got a very vague message.""I've been told that's my specialty." He pulled out a chair for her. "Sit. I'll explain, and you can be unimpressed afterward.""I'll try to pace myself."She sat. Zoe perched on the arm of the couch, eating pretzels with the air of a woman who had been told to behave and was considering her options.Aria laid her phone on the table. "First question. How did you know the name Preston Vale?""Straight to it." He smiled. "I like that.""Answer.""Frank Dwyer called me Friday night. The pension board received a letter last month, and he wanted a second opinion on whether it was real." Jul

  • Sorry, Counsel: My Heart Is Off the Record.   Chapter 15: Tuesday Flowers

    Kai arrived forty minutes later with a bouquet of white tulips and the posture of a man walking into a deposition.Nora opened the door before he could knock. She looked him up and down, from his polished shoes to the stems in his fist, and one corner of her mouth twitched."You're tall," she said."Yes, ma'am.""I wasn't sure I remembered right." She took the tulips and sniffed them. "Same florist?""Same florist.""Hm." She tucked the flowers under her arm. "Wipe your feet. Walt's in the kitchen pretending he isn't nervous."Walt stood at the stove with a kettle, a dish towel over his shoulder, and a face carefully arranged into nothing. He extended a hand. Kai shook it."Son.""Sir.""You know why I'm shaking your hand.""Because Nora told you to?""Because I don't know what else to do with it." Walt released him. "Tea?""Please.""Good." Walt poured the tea and slid a cup across the counter. His eyes dropped to Kai's hand, which was not quite steady. "You still play chess?""Not s

  • Sorry, Counsel: My Heart Is Off the Record.   Chapter 14: Do Not Open

    Saturday morning, Nora Lane opened the front door in a bathrobe and gave her daughter a long, suspicious look."You're thin," she said."Hi, Mom.""You're tired.""Also hi.""And you look..." Nora tilted her head. "Is that a glow?""It's the porch light.""It's not the porch light." Nora stepped aside and waved her in. "Walt! She's here, and she's glowing."From somewhere in the house, a man's voice answered, muffled. "Tell her I'm not doing the gutters!""Nobody mentioned gutters," Aria said."He knows you're here for a reason. He's a very intuitive man." Nora steered her toward the kitchen. "Eat first. Then tell me what's going on. Then eat again."Aria did not argue. She ate a plate of eggs and half a biscuit while her mother watched her chew like a hawk with a cooking license. When the plate was clean, she set down her fork."I need to find a box. It's in the garage. Probably labeled with my name.""Which one?""Divorce."Nora stopped pouring coffee. The stream slowed to a trickle

  • Sorry, Counsel: My Heart Is Off the Record.   Chapter 13: Warm Pie

    At nine that night, Julian Hart was still at the office.He had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. A stack of Ashford exhibits sat beside him, tabbed in three colors. Aria stood in the doorway with her coat on."You color-code," she said."I'm a man of vision.""You're a man with too many highlighters."He laughed and glanced at the clock. "It's late. Let me buy you dinner. There's a steakhouse on Fifth that has a table for two and a bartender who owes me a favor.""Thank you, no.""A sandwich, then.""No.""A very small sandwich.""Julian." She buttoned her coat. "I'm meeting someone."His eyebrows went up, just slightly. He nodded, easy, and picked up a highlighter. "Of course. Another time.""Maybe.""Maybe is my favorite word." He smiled at his papers. "Say hello to your someone."She did not answer. She walked out into the cold.~The Starlight Diner sat on a corner across from the courthouse, with a red neon sign and a counter that had not been wiped properly since

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