Six
Identification
The interoffice phone went off by his elbow. Robin hit the speaker to answer. “Dickenson.”
“This is Mayhew over in Building Six. The package is here.”
A glance at the clock at the bottom of his computer screen showed the time. Three forty-five. “Affirmative. We’ll be there shortly.”
He got up from his desk and crossed the room to the newly installed door in the wall adjacent to the office on the other side. It was normally kept open, allowing them to freely pass between rooms. Rather than call out to her, he walked directly into workspace.
As unique as she was in her taste in clothes and food, the same went for the way she had her personal area arranged. Most offices contained a desk, a couple of chairs, a computer, and maybe a short sofa. The only thing in his w
