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it, someone else might get the assignment.
    She fell asleep lying across the bed and awakened at a quarter of ten with a full-blown cold. After admitting to herself that she really was sick she phoned Scott. “Hi, this is Heather. I’m home, and I’m feeling rotten.”
    â€œYou’ve got a cold. I can hear it in your voice.”
    â€œLooks like it. Could you please ask my secretary to print out that report I was working on and leave it with my doorman when you leave work this afternoon?”
    â€œSure. But why would you try to work? You’re sick.”
    â€œI know, but it’s due the day after tomorrow, and this is not a good time to start coming up short.”
    â€œAll right. I’ll deliver it. Do you have any food—juice, soup or something—for your cold in the house?”
    â€œScott, you’re such a darling. Why didn’t you and I fall in love? I need some milk, grapefruit juice and eggs. I have coffee and tea.”
    â€œYou got it. You and I would never fall in love because both of us need the same thing—someone who’s laid-back. Two type-A personalities would kill each other. Now, take Judson—”
    â€œAll right. I got the message,” she said sleepily.
    â€œGo to sleep. See you later.” He hung up, and shemanaged to do the same. She knew she should eat, but she didn’t have the strength to cook.
    The intercom buzzed, awakening her. “Hello.”
    â€œMs. Tatum. A man is here with some things for you. Shall I send him up?’
    â€œThanks,” she said and dosed off again.
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    â€œPhilips speaking.”
    â€œThis is Curtis Heywood.”
    â€œYes. I’ve been expecting your call.”
    â€œI believe I have a good lawsuit against a medical diagnostic group, and I’d like you to take the case.”
    Judson listened while Curtis described the complaint. “Have you omitted anything that you might have done that could weaken your case? I need to know that up front.”
    â€œI’m certain that I’m not at fault in any way.”
    It sounded like a good case, but he wouldn’t be certain until he dug into it himself. “Can you be here tomorrow morning at nine and bring your papers and any evidence?”
    â€œI’ll be there. Thanks for your time.”
    â€œYou’re welcome. See you tomorrow.”
    Judson hung up, saw the caller ID on his private line and lifted the receiver, smiling at the sound of his friend’s voice. “What’s up, Scott?”
    â€œI need you to do me a favor—and hear me out before you get your back up. I promised Heather that I’d bring a report and some groceries to her today after work because she’s sick at home. The thing is I can’t, because I have to stay in D.C. and deal with an issue that justcame in. Working in D.C. and living in Baltimore has advantages, but right now, friend, it’s a disadvantage. As a favor would you please take the report and the care package to her on your way home? You can leave it with her doorman, if you don’t want to see her.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with her?”
    â€œMaybe a cold. She sounded really sick.”
    Judson wondered if it was one of Scott’s tricks to try to get him to see Heather. “If she’s sick, and you can’t go, of course I’ll do it. But if I find out that you’re up to your old shenanigans—”
    â€œJudson, if you’d rather not, I’ll see if I can get somebody else to do it.”
    â€œI’ll be at your office for that report around four o’clock. Did she say what she needs?”
    â€œShe said bread, milk, grapefruit juice and maybe some eggs. I guess she hasn’t had time to do any shopping since she got back.”
    â€œMaybe. See you at four.” There was something special about Heather Tatum, and he wanted to know what it was.
    Later, he stopped by Scott’s office at the State