The line went completely still.
“You can get her out?”
“I can start the process tomorrow morning.”
I heard movement on the other end.
“Cole.”
“I’m not asking you to argue with anyone. I’m not asking you to speak to Brad. You’ll let me handle it.”
“You’re coming here?”
“Yes.”
“With paperwork.”
“Yes.”
Another pause.
Then softer, “Okay.”
That one word landed harder than it should have.
“I need you there in the morning,” I said. “And I need Brad there too.”
“He leaves around eight.”
“Good.”
“You sound very pleased with yourself.”
“I sound like a lawyer who finally found leverage.”
That earned the smallest laugh from her.
Better.
“You should sleep,” I said.
“You first.”
“That’s not happening.”
“I figured.”
I ended the call after that and went back to work.
Morning light
