THIRTY-FOUR
EARTH
“Paul, you need to hear this,” Hendry said as he bustled into the office, iPad in hand. Paul looked up, his eyes bleary, his chin dotted with grey stubble. He’d slept on the sofa the night before after a confrontation with his wife. Fireworks had ensued, Paul stating flatly that their marriage was over. He’d left the house at the crack of dawn, not bothering to shower or change his clothes. Fortunately, he kept a toothbrush and aftershave in his desk and was able to freshen up somewhat before the throng of staff arrived at GCHQ.
“What is it?” he said, his throat dry.
Hendry caught sight of his features, slowing down his stride. “Jesus! You look like s**t. Did you sleep here?”
“Long story. Anyway, enough about me. What have you got?”
Hendry bustled over, swiping his
