62Perriman Girardi hooked his arm under Tanner’s elbow. “What happened? You were walking fine the other day.” He held a chair for the retired agent and guided him into the seat.
“A little arthritis,” Tanner said. “It acts up when the weather’s damp.”
Girardi closed his office door and sat next to his friend.
“You don’t offer me coffee?” Tanner grinned.
Girardi smiled back. “We don’t have Starbucks. How about some—?”
“Forget it,” Tanner said. “I should lay off it for a few days anyway.”
Girardi showed Tanner his index finger and excused himself before returning with bottles of water. “We’ve had an interesting development,” Girardi said, eliciting an inquisitive look from his visitor. “It has to do with the break in at our Long Island technology center I told you about.” He took a swig
