Vince had never been a touchy/feely kind of guy, so I was surprised when he rested a hand on my shoulder. “It’s better you have the tape than that it’s out there for anyone to make copies of it.”
“I…I guess you’re right. But the thought that he’s looking at it….”
“You both need to be sure.”
I fisted my hands to hide the tremors in them. “You never told me how someone in your company got hold of that, Vince. I mean, it’s hardly a threat to national security.”
He poured the coffee himself and took a sip. “There’s nothing like coffee from freshly ground beans.”
“Vince…”
Miss Su stood on her hind legs and rested her front paws on his thigh. He gazed down at her, stooped, and smoothed a hand over her ears. “Hello, cat.”
“This is Tiramisu. We call her Miss Su. Wills gave her to me for Chr
