Chapter 12
Arik headed back to his office to get his cell phone. It was late. He frowned at the light pouring out of the windows of the hallway leading to his office. Who’d be working at this hour? he thought.
He adjusted his scarf, pulled off his gloves, and pushed open the heavy oak door that led to the ground floor level.
From the stairs at the end of the corridor, he could see light emanating from his office. He walked along the corridor, trying not to make any noise. His office door was open slightly. From inside, he could hear a bluesy guitar and Eric Clapton singing “Crossroads.”
“I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.”
“That’s enough, you bastard,” Arik snarled and kicked the door open. In front of him was a quiet office, neat and tidy as it always was. The coff
