CASEY RACED TO THE COURTHOUSE. SHE PARKED ON THE DECK in back, riffled through her files to find the request for a letter of administration and the complaint, and hurried into the surrogate court clerk's offices. She had to make a couple of calls and use some favors to get the judge out of a conference to sign the letter of administration, but after half an hour she had it and went straight to the county court clerk. After a short wait in line she handed over the complaint along with the letter of administration, cut a check, and got back an index number. Cases were typically assigned the same day, so she left her cell phone number and asked to be called the moment a judge was assigned. With the papers filed, there was now nothing Chase could do to stop her.
That done, she returned to the car and dialed Sharon 's cell phone to find out how the scene with the EPA agents had ended.
"Jesus, you should have seen that guy's face," Sharon said. "I thought his head was going to explode. He said you almost ran him over. His pants were torn, knee bleeding all over. I can't believe you."
"They asked me to leave," Casey said. "I left. They can't arrest you for that."
"A couple city cops showed up," Sharon said. "They listened for a while and headed for the doughnut shop around the corner."
"I got the papers filed, anyway."
"What do we do now?" Sharon asked.
"Call the others. Tell them to think of it like a mini vacation. Let me sort this out," Casey said, "see how our senator enjoys the media crawling up his ass."