Chapter 6I again switched places with Voltan. Clark and I went to work together the next day. We acted normal, though tinged with terrified. Well, maybe a bit more than tinged. Especially when we were called into the boss’s office just about five minutes after we’d arrived.
“Think Meryl Streep,” he said as we stood in front of Chaz’s office door.
“Did Meryl ever get shot to death just down the hall?”
He nodded. He itched his chin. He nodded some more. “Uh huh. Just let me do all the talking.”
I touched fingertip to nose. His and mine. “Good idea.”
We knocked. We entered. Chaz was at his desk. Chaz was not smiling.
“Have a seat,” he said. We sat. “Delete the photos. Give me back my flash-drive.”
Clark reached into his front pocket, produced said drive, and placed it on the desk in fr
