Chapter 13: What the Fax Machine Cost

It became a habit neither of them named out loud — the last two working late in 12C, the rest of the response team long since gone home, the conversation drifting, by unspoken agreement, further and further from Halloway with each passing night. "Tell me about him," Mia said, three nights after the window, both of them sprawled in the two least uncomfortable chairs the conference room had to offe...