Chapter 89

KNOXVILLE FLOYD

A knock came on the door, and Clinton’s voice followed.

“Come in."

The door creaked open and he walked in, holding a stack of files.

“Here are the files you requested, Mr. Floyd." He said, carefully placing them on my table, then stepped back and straightened up.

“Attorney Maxwell called. Ms. Wesley…” he paused for just a fraction of a second, and continued. “I mean Mrs Floyd.”

A small smile curled my lips, but I quickly pushed it aside, and composed myself.

"He met with Mrs Floyd. He wants to know if you would like him to relay her message in person, or send it by...