Scurrying through a sudden rain shower after he parked the car at Endeavour House, Yarrow ordered a pot of tea and some biscuits to be sent up to his office. After visiting the toilets and washing his hands and face, he made his way to his office and shut the door and sat down at his desk, pouring himself a cup of tea, adding milk and sugar.
He wanted to digest his thoughts in quiet and solitude, several ideas swirling around in his brain. The meeting with Emily had brought several ideas to the forefront.
He took a sip of tea and then absentmindedly dunked a ginger biscuit into the cup, holding half of it in the hot tea, and promptly forgot about it so that it melted and dissolved into the tea. ‘Damn,’ he muttered but drank the tea, including the soggy ginger biscuit.
Miriam Hazlett wan
