full days didn’t matter much since she had no social life. Being a lawyer often proved to be hectic, frustrating, even demanding, but never boring. Now she had her new condo to come home to. What more could she ask for?
Sabre opened her closet door and picked out a very expensive black suit she had purchased the day she received the news she had passed the bar. Up until then, her wardrobe had consisted mostly of jeans and t-shirts. She used her one suit for job interviews. When she received her first paycheck as an attorney, she spent the entire check on power suits and silk blouses, but her black suit, still her favorite, made her look as good as she felt. She added two inches to her height with her black-leather Gucci pumps, which brought her up to five-foot-three-and-a-half-inches.
Sabre picked up her calendar and a huge stack of files, threw them in the trunk of her Beemer, and drove to court. She felt the same kind of exhilaration she remembered from junior high school, excited to get there to see her friends. The juvenile court attorneys were a different breed, not like Domestic Court where she had started her career in law. She had quickly tired of the conflict and backbiting she experienced handling divorce cases and soon found her element in “kiddie court.”
Her mood dimmed as the events of Saturday night at her office crept back into her mind, especially the smell of the familiar cologne. She pulled into the parking spot adjacent to her friend Bob.
“Good morning, Sobs,” Bob said as he exited his car. He always sounded so pleased to see her. “How’s my post-pubescent nugget of love and carnality this morning?”
She smiled. “Hi, honey. You sure know how to change a girl’s mood.”
He walked over, put his arm around her, and gave her a little hug. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m not sure anything is, but it feels like I’ve entered the twilight zone.” She explained what had happened in her office on Saturday night. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation for each thing that happened, but all together they made me uneasy.”
“Well, let’s look at it. The phone ringing and no one there, that happens all the time. It could’ve been someone on a cell phone unable to make a connection, or someone who dialed wrong and just hung up. There are a thousand possibilities. The photo being turned could have been the janitorial crew.”
“They only come on Wednesdays.”
“Okay, but you could’ve bumped it when you turned around or, you said yourself, you may have looked at it, been distracted by something, and then placed it back down askew, right?”
“Right,” she acquiesced.
“And as for the cologne, it probably belonged to someone who had come in with one of the other attorneys in your office. A strong smell can linger awhile.”
“Yeah, that bothers me the most. I checked with the other attorneys. No one had been there. Do you think I just imagined the smell?”
“I doubt it, but I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation. Maybe someone walked past the office wearing the cologne, or maybe someone in the offices upstairs had it on and the fragrance came through the vents. It’s an old building. It’s not exactly air tight.”
“You’re right. It just made me really miss my brother. I guess a part of me expected him to walk in the door. Five years and I still haven’t accepted he’s dead.”
“It’s harder when you don’t get closure.” Bob appeared to be empathetic, but Sabre knew he had never lost anyone close to him.
“He must be dead, because I can’t believe he wouldn’t have contacted me somehow if he were still alive. Maybe he was hit over the head and he has amnesia.” She chuckled.
“Stranger things have happened.”
“You know, we had a conversation the night before he disappeared. At the time it seemed perfectly normal – normal for Ron, anyway. But afterward it made me wonder if he knew he was in some kind of
Sabre opened her closet door and picked out a very expensive black suit she had purchased the day she received the news she had passed the bar. Up until then, her wardrobe had consisted mostly of jeans and t-shirts. She used her one suit for job interviews. When she received her first paycheck as an attorney, she spent the entire check on power suits and silk blouses, but her black suit, still her favorite, made her look as good as she felt. She added two inches to her height with her black-leather Gucci pumps, which brought her up to five-foot-three-and-a-half-inches.
Sabre picked up her calendar and a huge stack of files, threw them in the trunk of her Beemer, and drove to court. She felt the same kind of exhilaration she remembered from junior high school, excited to get there to see her friends. The juvenile court attorneys were a different breed, not like Domestic Court where she had started her career in law. She had quickly tired of the conflict and backbiting she experienced handling divorce cases and soon found her element in “kiddie court.”
Her mood dimmed as the events of Saturday night at her office crept back into her mind, especially the smell of the familiar cologne. She pulled into the parking spot adjacent to her friend Bob.
“Good morning, Sobs,” Bob said as he exited his car. He always sounded so pleased to see her. “How’s my post-pubescent nugget of love and carnality this morning?”
She smiled. “Hi, honey. You sure know how to change a girl’s mood.”
He walked over, put his arm around her, and gave her a little hug. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m not sure anything is, but it feels like I’ve entered the twilight zone.” She explained what had happened in her office on Saturday night. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation for each thing that happened, but all together they made me uneasy.”
“Well, let’s look at it. The phone ringing and no one there, that happens all the time. It could’ve been someone on a cell phone unable to make a connection, or someone who dialed wrong and just hung up. There are a thousand possibilities. The photo being turned could have been the janitorial crew.”
“They only come on Wednesdays.”
“Okay, but you could’ve bumped it when you turned around or, you said yourself, you may have looked at it, been distracted by something, and then placed it back down askew, right?”
“Right,” she acquiesced.
“And as for the cologne, it probably belonged to someone who had come in with one of the other attorneys in your office. A strong smell can linger awhile.”
“Yeah, that bothers me the most. I checked with the other attorneys. No one had been there. Do you think I just imagined the smell?”
“I doubt it, but I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation. Maybe someone walked past the office wearing the cologne, or maybe someone in the offices upstairs had it on and the fragrance came through the vents. It’s an old building. It’s not exactly air tight.”
“You’re right. It just made me really miss my brother. I guess a part of me expected him to walk in the door. Five years and I still haven’t accepted he’s dead.”
“It’s harder when you don’t get closure.” Bob appeared to be empathetic, but Sabre knew he had never lost anyone close to him.
“He must be dead, because I can’t believe he wouldn’t have contacted me somehow if he were still alive. Maybe he was hit over the head and he has amnesia.” She chuckled.
“Stranger things have happened.”
“You know, we had a conversation the night before he disappeared. At the time it seemed perfectly normal – normal for Ron, anyway. But afterward it made me wonder if he knew he was in some kind of
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