CHAPTER EIGHT
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I showered and dressed in the basement bathroom again and caught the lift to the office. Celeste beckoned me over to the reception desk and nodded towards the open door of my office. A woman was sitting on the couch with her back to me. A very familiar back.
I nodded my thanks for the heads up. Lindsay stood up as I entered. I closed the door. She watched me drop my overnight bag in the corner. It was only two days since I'd last seen her, but the grooves on either side of her mouth were deeper and her usually fresh complexion was an unhealthy grey pallor.
I realised I probably didn't look much better. My head throbbed, my eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and an intense itch was spreading over my chest. With a huge effort of will, I refrained from
