Roni sat on the couch in Doc Jones office, wringing her hands together. She wasn’t sure how people were supposed to feel once they got here, but she was nervous as hell. Everyone that she’d spoken with told her how easy it was to talk to the older woman once they got going, but Roni was beginning to doubt that. They’d been here for almost fifteen minutes and neither one of them were any closer to spilling their guts than they had been when they first walked inside. Neither one of them had barely said a sentence, much less anything else.
“Roni, you’re the one who called me,” Doc Jones started when it was apparent the two of them weren’t going to offer her any information. “Why did you feel the need to have me around when you speak to Rooster?”