“I appreciate it.” Ares took the chair and placed it next to mine. He set his briefcase on the tiny table in front of us. The clasps snapped open.

“Have you filed a motion to get me out of here? Orange is not my color.” Birdy scowled at her black dress. “Also, I could use a shower.”

Ares pulled a file from his briefcase and clicked open a pen. “Do you wish Ms. Jayne to stay while we get down to business?”

“Yes, of course. ...