Chapter Nineteen
Callan
The next day, I went to work, still unable to concentrate. Cayce came into my office and found me sitting in my office chair, but instead of being behind my desk, I was rocking back and forth in front of the window overlooking the water.
He came up behind me. “Cannot beat the view, huh?”
“I suppose not.” I wasn’t in the mood to talk.
“So, did you read that report I sent you?” He pulled up another chair, joining me at the window. “I’m only asking because I sent it to you last night, and I figured you’d have read it by lunch today. But it’s after lunch, and I still haven’t heard back from you.”
“I haven’t opened my computer today.”
“What have you done today, Callan?”
“This,” I said, gesturing to the window. I didn’t see much else I could do with so much on my
