Chapter 3: Motion to Compel

Denise's office smelled like burnt coffee and toner, which Priya found oddly comforting. She cleared a stack of case files off the second chair so Sawyer could sit, and for a moment none of them said anything — the strangeness of the arrangement filling the small room like a fourth person. "For the record," Denise said, breaking the silence, "this is weird. You two hate each other." "We don't ha...