“Charles isn’t going anywhere, so we’re not in a rush to push this case through, but we’d like to file charges within the next few months. Hopefully, that will give you enough time to go over everything. Alice’s family and her husband deserve closure, which means we need to make sure there are no stones left unturned, and you should know there are a lot of stones. Alice’s husband is still convinced that his best friend committed the murder, and Alice’s family is convinced that her husband murdered her with the help of his best friend, which the defense will use to their advantage.”

“And they know about the DNA?”

“They do, but the detectives who had taken on this case were adamant that Charles was not the one who committed the murder, so they are having a difficult time believing that he did it now.”

“Got it,” I mutter, and she nods, pushing up to stand.

“Just so you know, I spoke with Billy about Jamie.”

Shit.

“All right.” I lean back in my chair to wait and see where she’s going with this.

“He might think he’s good at hiding what he’s doing, but it took me just a week to figure it out, and my guess is it won’t be long before people begin to whisper. The last thing we need is for someone who has it out for him to start talking and for the media to catch wind of the story. We already have enough heat on us, especially with elections coming up.”

“Agreed.”

“He should not have pawned her off on you. If you have any issues with her, come to me.”

“Will do.”

With a nod, she starts to turn for the door. “You know how to get a hold of me if you need me.”

“Thanks, Mary, and thanks for trusting me with this.”

“There is nothing to thank me for. You earned this case by proving yourself time and time again,” she says before walking out the door and closing it behind her.

Dropping my eyes to the top of my desk, I take in the image of Alice and start to turn to the second page of the file when there is a knock. Lifting my head, I press my lips together when Jamie pokes her head inside.

“Hey, there is someone here to see you.”

“Who?” I frown. I never get visitors at work.

“She said her name is Francisca.”

My muscles bunch.

Logically, I know there are thousands of women with that name, but I only know one. The one I kissed and fucked against a wall, losing control and my sanity. Something that has never happened to me before with any other woman.

“What does she want?”

She looks at me like I’m an idiot. “To see you.”

Fuck.