Chapter 15
Mike was a man who became more engrossed in his work the worse it got. He wasn’t just a workaholic, but a fix-aholic. He worked to find problems so he could fix them, usually finding more problems in the way things were fixed. Usually this buzzed playfully in the back of his head as he worked, healthy doses of cynicism accompanying him along the way.
Today the buzz wasn’t there. The gears in his head were silent. He was numb.
He sat in his office pretending to do work. Barker — who reminded him increasingly of something he would find in a swamp — kept darting in excitedly, putting files on his desk to review and making passive remarks about local office intrigue. The current flavor had to do with Sharon’s new navy dress. Mike wasn’t entirely certain who Sharon was.
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