Lindsay was sitting at her desk, waiting for Wren to arrive before they met with John. She was staring at the box that contained the files about her late husband and herself. She could not shake the feeling that there was a lot more than what they knew.
“If you keep staring at that box, you are going to burn a hole in it with your eyes,” Little Bob said as he walked into her office and sat a cup of coffee down on her desk beside her. “That one may taste a little different. I had Cat spit in it for extra flavor.”
“Thanks,” Lindsay said as she continued to look at the box.
“I had Viktor lick the spoon I used to stir it,” he said.
“OK.”
“I used my dirty sock as a filter when I made it,” Little Bob said as he sat down across from her desk.
Lindsay finally turned her head, looked at him,
