Chapter 11
Thomas
“So, let me understand. Why are you smiling on a Monday?” Anne asked. She put a pen in her mouth and leaned back on her chair, her icy stare on Thomas.
“Nothing. And I’m not smiling that much, by the way.” He got rid of her with a look, and then picked up the telephone on the desk.
Anne stuck her hand out and used the pen to push the button that would have given him the line out. “You don’t fool me. And I’m tired of not knowing anything about you.”
“Because I know a lot about you, don’t I? Come on, Anne, you know our private lives don’t have much space here in the office.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes I go and have a drink with the pathologist.”
Thomas looked at her. “And?”
“And nothing. He has a private life too, and sometimes he shares it with me. But
