A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

deep inside my large leather purse.

Kara was sitting at her corner desk, typing a valuation report on her computer.

“Do you have a minute, Kara?” I asked, stepping into her cubicle.

Kara did not look up from her screen, her fingers moving across the keyboard with practiced speed.

“The appraisal for the Jenkins property is almost finished, Lily, I will continue reading …