Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“I have spent my life working with concrete,” I said. “You do not get a solid foundation by taking shortcuts because the weather is bad.”
She stood up and reached across the desk to shake my hand.
“We will file the formal indictments tomorrow morning,” she said. “The detective will keep you updated on the scheduling.”
We walked out of the office and back down to the lobby.
The building was starting to empty out as the afternoon storm picked up outside.
“I should get back to the campus,” Mia said as we reached the glass doors. “I have a chemistry lab at four.”
“I can drive you, Mia,” Brandon said, pulling his keys from his pocket.
“No,” Mia said, looking at me. “I want to take the bus. I need some time to think.”
She reached out and put her arms around my neck, her coat smelling of cold wind and cedar.
“I will call you tonight, Dad,” she said.
“One step at a time, Mia,” I said.
I watched her walk down the concrete steps into the falling snow, her red scarf a small spot of color against the gray street.
