The atmosphere in the conference room was tense.
Renee Jennings saw a familiar little bird land on the windowsill behind Celia Dawson.
She pursed her lips, then rose and walked over to open the window.
Inky immediately chirped a greeting, "Good afternoon, Renee."
"Good afternoon, Inky," Renee Jennings said softly. "I'm in the middle of something, so you'll have to wait for me."
Inky nodded its little head obediently. "It's okay, you do your thing. I'm going to play in the director's office."
Renee Jennings watched it fly toward the floor above, raised an eyebrow, and then closed the window.
When she returned to her seat, she saw that Celia Dawson's forehead was already beaded with sweat.
'That nervous?'
Henry Stark said calmly, "Ms. Dawson, the person Gregory Dawson attacked was Elijah Brooks's son, Levi Brooks."
The color drained from Celia Dawson's face. A look of astonishment filled her eyes, and her voice trembled. "Gregory... attacked... Levi Brooks?"
