Market Forces (2005)
“Mike Bryant shook his head. “Still dealing with a hangover, thanks, Louise. Just water, if you’ve got it.”
“Of course.” Louise Hewitt closed the steel-paneled door of the office drinks cabinet and hefted a blue two-liter bottle from the table beside it instead. “Sit down, Mike. Drinking—or whatever—midweek, that can be a pretty lethal mistake.”
“Not lethal,” said Bryant, massaging his temples a little as he sank onto the sofa. “But definitely a mistake at my age.”
“Yeah, must be hell being thir...ty-four. I remember it vaguely.” Hewitt poured water into two glasses and sat on the edge of the sofa opposite. She looked at him speculatively. “Well, I won’t toast you with water, but congratulations do seem to be in order. I just got off the phone to Bangkok. That sketch on Cambodia you dropped last time you were out there finally landed on the right guerrilla head.”
Bryant sat up straighter and forgot his hangover.
“Cambodia? The smack war thing?”
Hewitt nodded.MoreLess
“Of course.” Louise Hewitt closed the steel-paneled door of the office drinks cabinet and hefted a blue two-liter bottle from the table beside it instead. “Sit down, Mike. Drinking—or whatever—midweek, that can be a pretty lethal mistake.”
“Not lethal,” said Bryant, massaging his temples a little as he sank onto the sofa. “But definitely a mistake at my age.”
“Yeah, must be hell being thir...ty-four. I remember it vaguely.” Hewitt poured water into two glasses and sat on the edge of the sofa opposite. She looked at him speculatively. “Well, I won’t toast you with water, but congratulations do seem to be in order. I just got off the phone to Bangkok. That sketch on Cambodia you dropped last time you were out there finally landed on the right guerrilla head.”
Bryant sat up straighter and forgot his hangover.
“Cambodia? The smack war thing?”
Hewitt nodded.MoreLess
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