14
“I badly need a cup of coffee,” Aubrey said. “You like some too?”
Keith already held out his mug that said “Who’s the boss?”. “Yes please.”
“We would also like some.”
Aubrey recognized the voice, but could not easily associate it with a name. When she turned, she remembered. Unfortunately. “Dustin Kramer …”
“Don’t forget my lovely colleague Meryl,” he grinned. “We were kind enough to wait for you here… from this afternoon.”
“Er … Sorry, something came up.”
“Is that right? I’m curious. Get me some coffee first, then I would like to hear what you have to say.”
Keith Balon grew aggrevated. To him Dustin Kramer was like a red rag to a bull. “Let me,” he said to Aubrey. I have to get out of here, he thought; before I’ll grab his throat. “Would you mind, walking with me, Miss Kramer?
