I’m driving back to the city in a rage, my eyes focused on the spread of my headlights. I’m furious. I need to keep Adam contained. He’s undermining the case, my investigation, and my career with his antics. I can tell he’s drinking too much again. That bottle of scotch was nearly full when I was here on Friday, and now it’s gone, and he’s working on another. What the hell does he think he’s doing? Talking to a reporter. Calling everyone that could have been related to Kelly’s first husband. Writing a tell-all. I know he’s discussing his case with his agent, and he’s not supposed to be talking about it. He’s jeopardizing the whole damn thing.

I slam my hand against the steering wheel in frustration. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I slam it again and once more for good measure.

I dial Anne via the voice command in my vehicle. She picks up on the first ring like she always does. “Hey, how’d it go with Adam?”

“Not great. He’s working with a reporter on his own investigation, and he’s writing a tell-all.” I honk my horn at a person in a mini-van driving too slow in front of me. I swerve out of the way and flip them off as I drive by. It’s a little old woman and a man. What is wrong with me? Adam has got me so worked up. I take a deep breath trying to remind myself that everything is going to be fine.

“Why?”

“Apparently, he doesn’t trust what I’m doing for the case.”

“But you’re doing everything you possibly can. This is an uphill case.”

“I even brought him over copies of all the evidence, so he could be involved,” I groan.

“You did?” Anne’s voice is meek.

“Yeah. But he’s not even looking at it. I could use his help there, another set of eyes on it. He’s been drinking a lot too and that must be clouding his judgment. I need you to get the phone turned off at the lake house. I don’t want him destroying this case with his drunk dialing.”

“I’ll get it done. Anything else?”

“Yeah, set up a meeting with Bob tomorrow. I have to make sure everything is running smoothly at the firm as I don’t want to end up in Kent’s office again.”

“You got it.”

“I’m going home. I’ll be back at the office in the morning.”

“Sounds good. Take care of yourself, Sarah. I’ll see you in the morning.”

My phone buzzes. I quickly glance at it. It’s from Matthew.

Dinner tonight? Say 7:30pm at The Capital Grille?

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