Distractions
When she saw him he almost fainted.
He had not expected to see his boss in that condition. He had been in bad shape before, but never like this. For a moment, April Rosenbaum thought she was looking at an apparition from a Dickens novel. Mason Stone had greeted her as he did every day, with his gruff but affectionate manner, shaking off his mackintosh and lifting the brim of his fedora with the tip of his index finger. A cry escaped her, her fingers, busy typing some old cases, hovered over the keys, the phone was ringing but she didn't seem to mind.
"I just dropped by to change. Any news?" He walked past her, heading for the small wardrobe between the filing cabinet and the coffee machine. It was for emergencies and this one looked like one: the mackintosh, torn and dirty,
