Leaving the Scene of an Accident

"I rushed right over like you told me to," she said.

John could not help noticing the same sweet perfume she was wearing. When the case was over, he would talk to her about the unexpected kiss and ask about the perfume. "I need to know about your new manager."

She seemed disinterested in the subject.

"It might be important," John added.

"What did the police say?"

John went to the window. Feeling more secure within his own office, he opened the blinds a little more. At that very instant he was given a chance to appreciate a late model Thunderbird rolling by. The car was pearl white and in showroom condition. He wondered if he should tell Tammy that the police do not suspect her enough to be worried about. If he told her she may drop him and he may never see her again. But, he figured, he was obligated to tell his client the truth. Their relationship, at least for him, was now beyond business.

"Good news," he said.

She waited for more, he face unemotional.

He smiled and lowered himself again into the chair behind his desk. "They don't suspect you."

"You're kidding."

"Well, not enough for you to hire a lawyer and start giving away your assets. They know you were the last person seen with Michael, but the accident was just that. It was an accident."