CHAPTER SEVENI stared at the receiver before replacing it in the cradle. Was all this really worth the money? Was I going to have to buy a flak jacket and an AK-47 for complete protection from whomever or whatever Mac Cassity was trying to warn me about?
When the phone rang again, I jumped nearly high enough to hit the ceiling.
“Hello,” I answered, dispensing with formalities.
“Hi, Sam,” Linda said. “Sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you. I got your messages, but it’s been crazy here at the office, between meetings, phone calls, and everything.”
Yeah, tell me about it. “No problem. I’ve been getting a few calls myself, and Ariel came by this morning. So, as I understand it, now the group is meeting tonight to reconsider whether to appeal the case. Is that so?”
“Well, yes, act
