up and tapped the digits.
Kenzo watched me, eyes wide and trusting in a way that made my throat ache.
One ring.
Two.
I could barely hear it over the distant sirens.
On the third ring, a woman answered.
“Attorney Okafor.”
Her voice was firm, low, and tired, like she’d been awake too long and had no patience for nonsense. It was exactly what I needed.
“Ms. continue reading …
