Twenty Five
“I was devastated at first. But then, it’s funny, you just kinda get used to the idea.” — Francesca BoyleAs Bailey turned the corner of the corridor on the way to her office, she saw Goff walking towards her. As he saw her, he smiled and raised the folder he had in his hand and waved it.
“Hey, boss. I think you’re going to like this.”
“Let’s hope so,” she replied. She pointed at the door midway along the corridor between them. “In my office.”
Goff got to the doorway ahead of her, then stopped and waited for Bailey to pass through first. Bailey went through the door, walked around to the far side of her desk, and eased herself into her seat; a comfortably padded, faux leather office swivel chair, with a high-rise back and armrests — precisely as dictated for officers of insp
