CARMEN was asleep when Sam arrived at his office. She sat at his desk, her head resting on her arms, and she looked very young and very lovely. Sam looked down at her, feeling a sudden tenderness for the girl. He glanced at Mike.
“How long?”
“Since just after you phoned.” Mike yawned and lit a cigarette. He was unshaven, his uniform rumpled and his eyes red from fatigue. A phial of wakey pills stood beside a cup containing the dregs of coffee. His desk was littered with report sheets. “She was almost out on her feet, and I didn’t have the heart to wake her up.”
“She can’t stay here.” Sam gently moved a coil of black hair from where it had fallen across her face. “Has anyone fixed up any sleeping accommodation?”
“For the staff, yes, not for the general public.” Mike rose to his feet. “I
