CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I struggled out of bed a few hours later and was in the office at quarter to nine, in plenty of time to meet with a child support client. Unfortunately, she didn’t show.
I made a round of quick phone calls on my personal injury cases to try to prod the other side into movement, with no immediate results. Even though no one had fired me from the CASD zoning appeal, I felt reluctant to bill work on it before I had a chance to speak to Ariel about the group’s plans. I flipped idly through the file, scanning Linda’s voluminous notes. I could practically hear her voice as I read the entries.
The previous night’s attack had made it all too obvious that someone was trying to hide something about the Hellman property. Maybe the same someone who killed Simons and possibly Linda. The cops didn’t seem inclined to check out the property angle, and the pressure was on zoning authorities to give Graybeck’s development a free pass. And now that it looked like the problem could end up staying hidden in a “nature preserve,” who did that leave to find out the truth but me?
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