-- Grizelda --

The folder felt heavy in my hands as I stepped through my front door. I already had Margaret Kingston's custody case on my table but I assuned life was unwilling to spare me with more problems.

Now this?

I hoped to God that the content of the folder wasn't true.

My pulse thundered in my ears.

Only one way to find out.

I pulled out my phone and texted Vicky. "Dinner at my place?"

Vicky's response came swiftly back to me. "Sure! That sounds nice, really. When do you want that?"

"How about right now?" I asked.

"Right now? You're missing me that much?" A smiley emoji...