“Well, My Dear, I am told you have had quite the morning.” Leishmann beamed as she was led into the large room that had-only the night before- become her own personal nightmare. She noted that there remained no evidence of the fight between her and the man in front of her. She did, however, notice his annoyance when he scrutinized her apparel.
“Interesting, I had understood you were given an alternative choice of clothing.” He glared at Mike then stepped closer. “Red is not your color.” He lifted a finger to lightly brush her chin. Her eyes narrowed and she purposely stepped back to put some distance between them. The movement caused her to bump Mike and he put his hands on her shoulders to steady her.
Leishmann made a gesture with his head, but Mike did not heed the obvious d
