Thirty-Six
Miranda set aside the plans of the tunnel system when Lieutenant Anderson entered her office with Councillor Kelvin Dillon, resisting the urge to rub her eyes.
‘What is the meaning of this?’ Councillor Dillon indicated the tight grip Anderson had on his arm. ‘I am not accustomed to such offensive treatment. You have some explaining to do, Captain.’ He shook off the lieutenants’ hand and straightened his burgundy jacket, the silk shining in the fluorescent lighting.
‘I apologise for insisting we meet at this late hour but I have a document I need signed immediately.’ Miranda stood and picked up a piece of paper from the many scattered across her desk. She handed it to the councillor.
‘What is this?’ Councillor Dillon reached inside his jacket pocket for his glasses and placed
