Cloud 9
Mara sashayed into the office. Pyke had turned all the screens towards him, posed in the middle of his Stonehenge-esque circle, and rotated his gaze from one to the other. It was rare to find the uber-busy Pyke standing still. There was no one else in the office. Mara smiled and strode towards him.
“The Thames apartment block was a false alarm,” she said. “The tenants are rehearsing and editing the script for a murder mystery weekend they’re running...not sure why it was called in, but hey, maybe the boss’s mind is on something else.”
She squeezed between two screens and joined Pyke in the middle of his domain. He didn’t answer her. He just stood staring, running his hand through his hair, tapping his foot nervously.
“You all right, Pyke?”
She followed his eyes to notice th
