"Robert." Jill was shaking, leaning against the desk to catch her breath. "I actually trusted him to search the room."
"Which should be an indication maybe he's hiding something for someone in particular." I waited for her to get it together and put things into perspective. Patterson perspective.
Jill did so rather quickly, standing to pace the office, her heavy black boots scuffing over the green carpet. "At least we have proof Olivia has reasonable doubt." She paused, met my eyes. "I feel like I'm losing it, Fee." She rubbed at her face with one hand. "The old me would have been out there," she jabbed at the windows, "checking the outside of the building for exits. Not in here, relying on two people," she said that like they weren't exactly sentient beings in her estimation, "who have never been trustworthy to have my back."
"I'm sorry, Jill," I said. "I wish things had worked out differently."