CHAPTER EIGHTLinda and Ariel showed up at my office just ten minutes after I’d gotten off the phone. Ariel was wearing hippy-dippy Birkenstocks again. Linda had an accordion folder tucked under her arm. However, I’d decided to inquire further before doing anything on the case.
“I’m going to ask you a few more questions before you read this over and sign it.” I retrieved the retainer agreement from my printer. “Please take a seat.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” Linda asked, as they settled into the guest chairs.
I sat, folded my hands on the desk and gave them each a piercing look. No reaction. So much for that.
“I understand the group is conflicted about whether to appeal the rezoning. How close was the vote?” I asked.
Linda frowned. “Umm. I can’t remember exactly. Do you, Ariel?”
“The vote w
