The Street Lawyer

Most of the lawyers and staff had waited nervously on the first floor, far away from Mister and his explosives. A lone police car sat empty with its lights on; the cops were already in the building. By the time Claire could collect her wits, get out of bed, and pull something on over her pajamas, they were kicking the door, ready to smash it in. “Police!” they announced after her terrified inquiry. The vacation would be for a month, then it would become a sabbatical, then a leave of absence, and at some point they would finally admit that Chance had been sacked.