The dry cleaner three blocks from the Sterling building had done it in forty minutes, which the woman behind the counter had announced with the particular pride of someone who knew they were saving a situation. Victoria had thanked her twice, which was once more than necessary, and carried the suit back in its plastic sleeve with both hands like it was something breakable.
She had asked around the office quietly — where do you take things, if something needs pressing urgently — and Olly had given her an address without looking up from her monitor, which was the closest thing to warmth Olly had yet offered and which Victoria had accepted gratefully.
She pushed the office door open with her shoulder.
Alexander was in the chair behind the desk, finishing the last of what appeared to have b
