This Case Is Gonna Kill Me by Phillipa Bornikova

Author:Phillipa Bornikova
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Paranormal, Fiction
ISBN: 9780765326829
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2012-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

12

A few days after the May affair, I began getting casses assigned to me. They weren’t big, and they weren’t terribly important, but they were mine. It also meant I was busy and so hadn’t headed to New Jersey, since I still hadn’t reached John. But that was about to be rectified. I’d decided to go on my own.

Today, I was waiting for a Mr. Joylon Bryce, due in at 2:00 p.m. I was feeling guilty, because exercise hadn’t been high on my list of priorities for almost a week. I kept a bag with workout clothes under my desk in the hope (so far unrealized) that I would either exercise in lieu of lunch, or go to a gym after work. I decided to spend my lunch hour at a nearby gym.

I ended up on a rowing machine next to a woman who insisted on critiquing my technique for the entire time, and then as I was headed toward the dressing room for a quick shower, after my sweat-inducing workout, I heard a female trainer advising her client that she really needed to hit the gym at 5:00 a.m. before she went to her office. “It will be painful for the first week, but then it will just put you in the zone.”

“Yeah, the zone of total exhaustion,” I muttered to myself. The locker room smelled of sweat, steam, hair spray, and perfume. I ran through the shower, styled my hair with one of the provided hand hair dryers, put on my makeup, and headed back to the office. By the time I walked back through the summer heat I needed another shower.

My stomach was sending up emergency signals to my brain. Hey, we’re empty down here. I stopped in the kitchen for a big glass of water, averted my eyes from the half a donut that remained in the box, and went back to my office.

I worked a bit on an environmental case I’d been assigned and then it was two o’clock and Mr. Bryce arrived. He was in his forties, with graying brown hair, bright blue eyes, a long face, and a prominent nose. He was also in a wheelchair. I jumped up and hurried around the desk to push the client chair out of the way.

Once Bryce was situated in front of my desk, we exchanged handshakes. “Ms. Ellery,” he said in a clipped, upper-class British accent.

“Mr. Bryce. Nice to meet you.” I returned to my chair.

Norma inquired about beverages. Mr. Bryce went with a Coke. I asked for coffee. She left.

“Now, Mr. Bryce, what can I do for you?” I picked up a pen and prepared to take notes.

He had a slim black attaché case tucked between his hip and the arm of the chair, which he pulled free and laid on the desk.

“I just purchased the license to run a venerable old riding facility in Brooklyn, and a pair of developers are agitating the city to turn over the land to them. I’m determined to resist.

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