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Sammi pushed open the door of the women’s bathroom on the basement level and crossed the waiting room of the Clerk’s Office. She was passing the last row of wooden benches on her way toward the stairs leading back to the ground floor of the courthouse when a man stepped into her path. Not bothering to glance at him, she said, “Excuse me.” He didn’t move. She began to sidestep him when he followed her movement and stepped in front of her again.
“Are you the sister of Mr. Brandywine, Samantha Brandywine?” came a low, deep rumble.
Sammi’s eyes snapped up and her breath caught. It was the prosecutor in Puck’s case. She stumbled back a step and her butt hit the back of a long wooden bench. What the hell did he want with her? “Yes, my name is Samantha, b-but people call me Sammi.” Oh, God,
