Moira laughed. “She was only an intern. I doubt she had anything to do with my getting hired. But she knew I was growing displeased with my firm and the decisions the partnership was making, and she knew a position here would pay well. I never thought they’d hire me.”

“Did Derek Wolfe hire you?”

She shook her head. “No. Lester Gardner did. He’s the chief counsel here. He runs the legal department.”

I nodded. I felt a lot better knowing Derek Wolfe hadn’t hired Moira. She was so nice.

“Tell me,” she said. “What made you decide to come here and tell your story?”

I inhaled and let the air out slowly. “I guess Reid did.”

She smiled. “I see.”

“I know in my heart he didn’t kill his father.”

“I believe that as well.”

“I don’t think the rest of them did, either.”

“Nor do I. The elder Mr. Wolfe had his share of enemies in the business world.” She sighed. “And in his personal world as well, I now know. I’m so sorry for what he put you through.”

I simply nodded. She was being so kind to me, and I was near tears.

“It’s okay.” She grabbed a box of tissues from the end table next to her and handed them to me. “You can cry if you want to.”

I took a tissue and wiped away a tear before it fell. “I’m trying to be strong.”

“I know you are. It’s a terrible thing, what he did to you. What he did to the others whose names we’ll never know.”

“That’s why I’m doing this. Not just for Reid and his brothers and sister, but for them. The others. Derek Wolfe is already dead, but if we can put Father Jim away…”

Moira’s countenance went rigid. “To think. All that nice stuff the father said about Derek during his memorial. It makes me sick.”

I didn’t even want to think about what Father Jim might have said at the service. At some point, if he was arrested, I’d have to come face-to-face with him at his trial.

I couldn’t bear the thought.

Moira squeezed my forearm. “I have to get to some paperwork. Would you like a book or a magazine or something?”

I shook my head. “I’d just like to lie down on the couch, if that’s okay.”

“Of course it is. I have a blanket around here somewhere.”

“I don’t need one. I’m not cold.”

She rose and walked toward her desk. She returned with a fleece throw. “I get cold sometimes when I’m working late.”

“Thank you.”

I lay down, and Moira covered me as if I were a child. A tall child, of course. My feet stuck out.

“Just relax,” she said. “I’m right here if you need me.”

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