Liz’s legs were cramping from standing still in front of the whiteboard for so long. Might have been ten minutes or an hour, but since the last update was added, she’d forced her tired brain to make connections and now her body was protesting.
Too much driving, too much sitting in a car, too much running.
Too much driving, too much sitting in a car, too much running.And very little to show for it all.
‘Coffee?’ Terry appeared from nowhere and pushed a cup into her hands. ‘What are you thinking?’
‘That I’d like more sleep. And a vacation, boss.’
He chuckled. ‘You and me both.’
The coffee cup warmed fingers she’d not noticed were cold. Terry had bought it from a café instead of making the crap they usually tolerated, and it was good.
She remembered his question. ‘There’s a connection
