Chapter Two
“And?”
Clive wondered how anyone could pack so many emotions into such an innocuous word: inquiry, curiosity, impatience, and a touch of someone busy working on a jigsaw puzzle in which he himself was but one of the smaller pieces. Not the most comfortable feeling.
That it was also Miss Watson’s form of a greeting only made it all the stranger. As if they were in the middle of a conversation that he’d already missed the start of and would never catch back up with as it raced away from him.
He always felt like a cave explorer whenever he came down here.
Her office was a tiny space deep in the White House Residence’s lowest subbasement. It was two stories below the kitchen and his chocolate shop, directly beneath the dishwashing room. The latter was proven by the nest of dra
