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“She did not care about either of us,” Mia said. “We were just numbers on a spreadsheet to her.”
“The business is still standing,” I said. “And we are still here. That is what we have to build on.”
“What do we do now?” she asked.
“We go see the district attorney,” I said. “They want to discuss the charges before they present to the grand jury.”
She wiped her face with the back of her hand and adjusted her glasses.
“I want to go with you,” she said.
We walked out of the precinct into the cold January air.
The snow on the sidewalk had turned to a dirty slush, and the traffic on Broadway was a slow, gray crawl.
Brandon was waiting for us in his sedan, the engine idling with a low, familiar rumble.
He did not ask any questions when we got in the back seat.
He just put the car in gear and drove us toward the city administration building downtown.
The district attorney’s office was on the fourth floor, overlooking the civic center park.
