Dead Past
Dead Past
“Only one of the voices was doing the shouting. Diane recognized it as belonging to the new aquatic collections manager, Whitney Lester.
“I know you stole the shells. It will be easier on both of us if you just admit it now.”
Diane didn’t hear the answer, only a soft murmur.
“I’m tired of wasting my time with you. You are going to lose your job. That’s certain. Whether or not it goes to the police is up to you. Where are the damn shells? I’m not going to have valuable articles go missing on my watch, do you hear?”
Diane walked into the lab and found Lester glowering over Juliet Price. Lester had backed her up against a table. Juliet looked terrified.
“I’m sick of your mousy ways. Tell me, damn it!” yelled Lester.
“What’s going on?” said Diane, in a voice she hoped was calm.
Whitney looked in Diane’s direction with the same angry look she was giving Juliet, ready to light into whoever was interrupting her. Her expression turned to surprise, then an attempt at a smile.
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