story here. Besides, nothing had really happened yet: Edwards had pleaded not guilty and was out on bail. To a big paper like the Gazette , it was no big deal.
She fe lt wired leaving the café . Should’ve ordered the grande instead. The sugar and caffeine had her hyped up, but it was just as well. She’d been feeling tired before the coffee. That darned Carlos keeping her up most of the night.
She grinned. She’d do it again if given the choice.
She arrived at the District Attorney’s office ten minutes early and told the receptionist that she had a n appointment with Paul Sanders. The receptionist asked her to have a seat and she picked up her phone.
Nicki turned around, taking in the lobby. It wasn’t much to look at—beige carpet, off-white vinyl chairs, and a wooden coffee table that looked out of place. There were several magazines on it, but she didn’t feel like reading. She reviewed her notes and the questions she’d written and felt prepared when Assistant DA Sanders opened the door. “Ms. Sosebee?” She stood, smiling and extending her hand. Sanders managed a weak smile in return but did give her a firm handshake. “Follow me.”
As Nicki followed Sanders down the hall, she was pleased to notice that the employee area was better cared for than the lobby. Sanders’s office was plain—off-white walls, mahogany desk, three chairs, and a well-stocked bookshelf along one wall—but functional…and neat. He had a desk calendar, a pen, and two file folders on his desk, along with a phone and PC. That was it. And everything was aligned in square angles—there was nothing just strewn on his desk; everything had been purposefully placed.
So this guy was anal.
That told Nicki to be to the point…no chit-chat, no niceties. She thought she could manage. Sanders said, “So you have some questions about the Edwards case, is that right?”
She nodded. “Yes. Detective Wright told me I’d have to speak with your office about the case.”
His lips pursed together. Sanders seemed to be a humorless sort of guy. Nicki guessed this because he had a severe line between his eyebrows but no laugh lines by his lips. His brown hair was thinning and almost nonexistent on top of his head, and he wore round wire-rimmed glasses. “Well, as you know, we have charged him with one count of criminal mischief and four counts of first-degree arson.” She nodded. “What else would you like to know?” He paused. “Have you seen the arrest affidavit?”
She paused, forcing herself to keep her mouth closed. Arrest affidavit? And why hadn’t the kind Detective Wright offered that to her? Asshole. She finally spoke. “No, I haven’t seen it.”
“I can get you a copy. It would probably answer any questions you might have.” She nodded. Yep. It might. He stood. “I’ll have the secretary make a copy for you. You can still call if you have other questions after reading it .” He handed her his business card.
She felt so stupid. Sean was going to love hearing about how the cop fucked her over. She probably could have had a great story yesterday if she’d known… The good news? This would never happen to her again. She guessed Neal was right: she was a rookie, and everyone knew it.
Sanders walked her back out to the lobby. He handed the receptionist a file. “Marla, can you please make copies of the arrest affidavit for Ms. Sosebee?”
She nodded, then took the file and turned around to the copy machine behind her. Sanders said, “Nice to meet you,” then l et the door shut between them.
Nicki stood by the desk and waited while Marla flipped through the file and then copied two sheets of paper. She turned around and handed them to Nicki. “Thanks,” she said and walked out the door. Now she had a lot of work to do.
She decided to work at home on her laptop. She got home and changed into a
She fe lt wired leaving the café . Should’ve ordered the grande instead. The sugar and caffeine had her hyped up, but it was just as well. She’d been feeling tired before the coffee. That darned Carlos keeping her up most of the night.
She grinned. She’d do it again if given the choice.
She arrived at the District Attorney’s office ten minutes early and told the receptionist that she had a n appointment with Paul Sanders. The receptionist asked her to have a seat and she picked up her phone.
Nicki turned around, taking in the lobby. It wasn’t much to look at—beige carpet, off-white vinyl chairs, and a wooden coffee table that looked out of place. There were several magazines on it, but she didn’t feel like reading. She reviewed her notes and the questions she’d written and felt prepared when Assistant DA Sanders opened the door. “Ms. Sosebee?” She stood, smiling and extending her hand. Sanders managed a weak smile in return but did give her a firm handshake. “Follow me.”
As Nicki followed Sanders down the hall, she was pleased to notice that the employee area was better cared for than the lobby. Sanders’s office was plain—off-white walls, mahogany desk, three chairs, and a well-stocked bookshelf along one wall—but functional…and neat. He had a desk calendar, a pen, and two file folders on his desk, along with a phone and PC. That was it. And everything was aligned in square angles—there was nothing just strewn on his desk; everything had been purposefully placed.
So this guy was anal.
That told Nicki to be to the point…no chit-chat, no niceties. She thought she could manage. Sanders said, “So you have some questions about the Edwards case, is that right?”
She nodded. “Yes. Detective Wright told me I’d have to speak with your office about the case.”
His lips pursed together. Sanders seemed to be a humorless sort of guy. Nicki guessed this because he had a severe line between his eyebrows but no laugh lines by his lips. His brown hair was thinning and almost nonexistent on top of his head, and he wore round wire-rimmed glasses. “Well, as you know, we have charged him with one count of criminal mischief and four counts of first-degree arson.” She nodded. “What else would you like to know?” He paused. “Have you seen the arrest affidavit?”
She paused, forcing herself to keep her mouth closed. Arrest affidavit? And why hadn’t the kind Detective Wright offered that to her? Asshole. She finally spoke. “No, I haven’t seen it.”
“I can get you a copy. It would probably answer any questions you might have.” She nodded. Yep. It might. He stood. “I’ll have the secretary make a copy for you. You can still call if you have other questions after reading it .” He handed her his business card.
She felt so stupid. Sean was going to love hearing about how the cop fucked her over. She probably could have had a great story yesterday if she’d known… The good news? This would never happen to her again. She guessed Neal was right: she was a rookie, and everyone knew it.
Sanders walked her back out to the lobby. He handed the receptionist a file. “Marla, can you please make copies of the arrest affidavit for Ms. Sosebee?”
She nodded, then took the file and turned around to the copy machine behind her. Sanders said, “Nice to meet you,” then l et the door shut between them.
Nicki stood by the desk and waited while Marla flipped through the file and then copied two sheets of paper. She turned around and handed them to Nicki. “Thanks,” she said and walked out the door. Now she had a lot of work to do.
She decided to work at home on her laptop. She got home and changed into a
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