The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

a plastic sleeve.

“Mrs. Mendoza is at the Prescott property,” she said. “She gave a statement. She took the photo.”

Janelle shut her eyes.

“They’ll fire her.”

“Not tonight,” Cobb said.

The nurse returned with medication. Janelle drifted after that, still gripping my sleeve like a child in a storm, though she was thirty-two years old and had once driven continue reading …