Chapter 27: What She Overheard

“Come on, Dave,” Michael crooned into the phone, “there has to be a way for us to plea this thing.  You and I both know…”  His train of thought was momentarily derailed as his door opened and Maggie entered his office.  Dammit, I told Karen I was on the phone. 

The expression on Maggie’s face changed his attitude immediately.  She was pale and wild-eyed, gripping her leather folio as though it were a lifeline and she was in danger of drowning in a storm-tossed sea.  He frowned.  “Look, Dave, I’ll have to call you back.”

Replacing the phone, he crossed to her.  “What’s up, Mags?”

She blinked a couple of times and licked her lips anxiously.  “I…well it’s just…”

“Come on, sit down,” he said, guiding her to the black leather couch.  He sat in a matching chair at an angle to her.  “What’s going on?” he asked softly.