Power Play: a Novel
“Fiona was seated at her desk, going through some papers, and expecting him. He was twenty minutes late, and she didn’t care. She had been thinking about him all morning, and had read the investigator’s report again when she got up. She wanted to be sure she hadn’t missed anything important, or even a small detail, but she hadn’t. It was all there, along with the photographs of him with the young woman, even him kissing her in a dark doorway. It made Fiona feel sick when she saw it, and sorry for his wife of forty-four years.
“Good morning, Harding,” she said quietly, as he stood across her desk from her, glaring at her, annoyed that she had asked him to come in. She got up and closed her office door. “Please sit down.” She gestured to the chairs in the sitting area, where she had met with the investigator the night before.
“I don’t have time to waste,” he said brusquely. “I have appointments in the city this afternoon. I can’t run down to Palo Alto every five minutes to please you.”
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