“How bad a night?” Gary heard Drake say as he opened his front door. The man was so distracted, he didn’t notice Gary standing there for a moment, and even when he looked at Gary, his gaze appeared unfocused. Doing his best not to eavesdrop, Gary turned to lock up his front door, but he caught a few words. The man sounded tired.
“Call me if…Yes, yes.” Drake was nodding and then he finished the call.
He fell into step beside Gary as they both headed down the path. One of the rewards of having Drake around this week was the man came with a chauffeur. Gary was amazed to think that the paper would go to the expense of a hired car and driver, as well as sparing the time of their prize reporter, although one could only use the term ‘reporting’ lightly in Drake’s case. Now, the piece he’d writt
