Like a bad apple, Officer Wells, appeared at Claire"s side the next morning before she could breach the revolving door and reach the refuge of the newspaper office.
"Good morning, Miss O"Connor," he said, tipping his hat.
"A cold morning," she responded, her tone as frosty as the air.
Like déjà vu, Wells stepped in front of Claire to block her way. "A moment of your time," he told her. It wasn"t a question.
déjà vu,"Not today. Now if you"ll excuse me," she said curtly and stepped to one side to get around him.
Just as quickly, he countered her move. This game was getting stale.
"I hear you made a hospital visit yesterday. An ill friend, perhaps," he said.
"Perhaps. Now stand away so I can…"
"Excuse us," Wells interrupted, pulling Claire out of the way of another worker entering the
