part of Grant’s shoulder and the back of his head as he sat down in his office chair. He clearly didn’t notice the tablet. He was facing the window.
“Yeah, I got your message,” Grant said. “Monday’s perfect. He goes back to her Monday morning. I’ll make sure he’s wearing that shirt.”
EzoicThere was a pause while the other person talked.
“No, no, I’m not washing it,” Grant said. He laughed. “That’s the whole point. Tessa spilled spaghetti all over it tonight. It looks great. Get the shot when he
comes out of school. Close up. Make it look bad.”
On the laptop, a small hand appeared at the edge of the frame, holding the T-rex very still.
“And hey,” Grant said. “Carroway’s going to want the stuff about the cleaning job. Did Clay write it up the way I told him?”
EzoicAnother pause.
“Good,” Grant said. “Desk stuff. Missing items. Whatever. Doesn’t have to be true, it just has to be on paper. She can’t afford a lawyer. Nobody’s going to check.”
I put my hand over my mouth.
Grant, sitting by the window, closed his eyes.
On the screen, his voice kept going.
“And the landlord’s all set,” he said. “Pruitt took the five hundred. He wrote the letter. Unsanitary. Not appropriate for a minor. Her mother irons dish towels, Jerry, it’s ridiculous. But it’ll look good in a binder.”
He laughed again.
“Two more weeks,” he said. “Then I get the kid, I don’t pay a dime in support, and she can go back to waiting tables. Win-win.”
EzoicThe video kept playing for another minute. Grant talked
