“You have it.” Her foot hit on something. She ran the bottom of her shoe over the lump a few times and heard what sounded like a crinkle. She made a quick lunge for her coffee cup and banged it against the desk to cover the paper sound.

“Why are you nervous?” Retta used her full judge voice on that question.

“You said we were switching to different scenarios. I’m just getting ready for the change.” She trapped the lump under the toe of her shoe and dragged it toward her.

“The nonegregious cases are the most difficult in some ways. They can be hard to assess, but the decisions need to be as grounded and justified as with harder fact cases.”

“That makes sense.” Jessa looked down and spied the crumpled notebook and put her whole foot over it to hide it. “But do cases like, let’s say, business agreements or general arguments require a look from the group?”

“We don’t deal with business disagreements or petty squabbling.” Retta stared at Jessa for a few extra disquieting seconds. “Ever.”

Another confirmation about Baines that pointed to Gabby being wrong. Jessa refused to ask a more direct question. She was taking enough chances.

She dropped the legal pad Retta had given her to take notes in the room only. One slip and Jessa grabbed the notebook, tucking it between the cardboard back and the yellow pages of the pad before sitting up and securing it on her lap.

The adrenaline pinging inside her refused to stop. Her breath rushed out, and she had to gulp a few times to keep from visibly panting. “Maybe I should use the bathroom before we start again.”

“Of course.” Retta finally looked away, but only for a second. “The notepad stays here.”

“Sure.” Jessa was halfway up, balancing the notepad and the hidden notebook, and a load of misfiring nerves. “Do you need more coffee?”

Retta tipped her mug to peek inside, and Jessa jumped on the opportunity to fix her mess. She slid the small notebook into her pocket. She’d secure it under her clothing in the bathroom, but for now keeping a hand over it should hide the extra bulk.

Retta shook her head. “I’m still good.”

“Excellent.” Between the inane chatter and the intense fear of being found out, Jessa’s muscles had tightened with tension. She waited for a wave of exhaustion to hit her.

“And Jessa?”

Shit. Jessa turned around right at the doorway to the hallway. So close to freedom. “Yeah?”

“We haven’t discussed this, but it should be clear. Stay away from Gabby Fielding and her ridiculous theories about Baines’s death.”

Jessa intended to do exactly that . . . very soon. “Done.”

Chapter Sixty-Five
Gabby

“What are you talking about?” Liam’s voice sounded more stunned than angry.