WHAT THE PENSIVE GLARE left out, Liz’s fidgeting with her ring filled in.
“I spoke to Gerry.”
“So much for client confidentiality.”
“None of this seems right. Gerry’s been maddening. She barely gave any detail. In the meantime I am just sat here, enduring Laura babbling over her third Gold Blend of the day, going on about who knows what and heaven knows why.”
“Maybe she likes your coffee?” Sam suggested impulsively.
The suggestion didn’t stir well.
Liz closed the tablet’s cover and took a deep breath.
“So, from what you’ve said so far, this is not a life or death, right?”
“Here I am in the flesh. ‘Sam Roberts has not left, nor intends to leave, the building’. In fact, on the drive down I was thinking, its here with you, more than anywhere ...