The records clerk wasn’t at all happy to see Dana back in her domain and she made sure she knew it. After ranting at her for a few minutes about going over her head to get what she wanted, she made Dana leave her cell phone and her other belongings on her front counter. She looked over the letterhead stationary piece Zachary had given to Dana again and tapped it with a bony finger. “You’ve only been given permission to look at the files, not to record anything within them. No notes. None! Understood?”
“Yes ma’am.”
The half stooped over old woman opened the gate and let Dana behind the counter. “This way to the file room you’ll be wanting. We keep the records of prisoners separate from the other patients. Makes it easier when they’re back and forth to court and the damn lawyers are in and
