“I agree.” Nora placed the flash drive on the desk. “I want to send this letter to Judge Bennett. ‘Preciate you looking it over. You give me the okay, I’ll fax it to him today and ping Freemantle with a copy.”
“Good.” She plugged Nora’s drive into her computer. “Do you have other plans? Besides fooling around with Harper, I mean.”
“I can fit a little work in, too.”
Nora slid off the desk and paced to the doorway.
Turning, she said, “I’m sure Freemantle convinced Timothy Randall, Junior, to contact that reporter. He might confess to that if he feels some heat.”
Her brain flashed an image of Nora tying Junior to a stake and lighting a fire under him.
“How do you plan to turn up the heat?” she asked.
Nora bounced back to the desk and slapped both palms flat on the top.
“I’ll ask the c
