Chapter Twenty-Two
When Katie arrived for work the next morning, she found the glass doors unlocked. Not unusual. Billy was insatiable and often arrived early to plug in the coffee maker and get herself parked behind the iMac. With the OZ! footage to be edited, the girl would be working all day, without a break, and it wouldn’t be the first time that Kate had chased Billy out of the building after-hours, or she would find the girl, zonked and blurry-eyed, still sitting in front of the computer the following morning.
Katie pushed through the doors, stepped into Reception and hesitated, brought up short by an unusual sound. There was the squeaking of one of the industrial ceiling fans accompanied by a slow thunk-thunk-thunk; the sound a flat tire makes as you pull off the highway.
Billy’s
