6
Ava’s door was usually open unless she was in a meeting, in a session, or she had to concentrate on paperwork. She was typing away on her keyboard, updating case reports, when there was a light knock. Glancing up, her fingers lost control when her eyes landed on Puck. What the hell is he doing here?
Officer Bryant prodded Puck inside. “Hey, Ava. How ya doing? Here’s your two o’clock.”
“Uhm…I don’t recall having an individual with Mr. R-rossi this afternoon.” she stumbled a bit over his last name. She pressed her lips together and clenched her fingers into fists.
“I just put them where they tell me,” he said with a shrug.
“My lawyer didn’t contact you?” Puck asked.
“I don’t think so, but I’ve been swamped since I got in today, so I haven’t checked my voicemail messages yet,” she rep
