Chapter 14
I walked the two blocks from the courthouse to my office. Leaves from crepe myrtle trees cluttered the park and blew into the water fountain. If cold snaps arrived in the next few weeks, more leaves would fall off the nearby sycamores.
I smelled burnt coffee as I entered. Lou Ann must have brought an old coffee pot from home to replace the broken one.
“Ugh!” Lou Ann fussed over our copier I’d bought on sale from an old law firm. “I hate this piece of crap.” Stray hairs from her bun framed her face.
I chuckled. “It’s the only copier I could afford.”
Lou Ann faced me, her face scrunched up. “We need a new one.” She pointed to my desk. “Though with bad news on your desk, I doubt we’ll be getting a new copier.”
On my desk was mail I saw mail. “What’s the bad news, Lou Ann?.” I
