CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Things simply could not get any worse, Stella thought, feeling desperate. She wished she’d asked Maxwell to make the call to get Desiree’s phone records. He would have had a better chance of a successful outcome.
For a moment she wondered if she should just hang up and ask him to try. Then she caught herself. That would be admitting defeat. She had to fight. And, after all, the last time they’d had a real conversation, she’d called Carrie out on her atrocious behavior. Since then, they’d been avoiding each other.
“It’s Stella Fall here,” she said.
“Oh,” Carrie said, her voice now resonating with aggression. “What do you want?”
“I need help with call records,” Stella said.
“You do?” Carrie sighed. “Why can’t you pull them yourself?”
“Because I’m not in the office,” St
