15The stingy room shrank, the walls moving closer to crush me, the light fixture buzzing in accusation. A moan escaped from between my teeth.
Andy’s hand was light on my shoulder, a tentative pat of sympathy.
I imagined him only minutes before, standing at Len Trotter’s shoulder. The same collegial posture. Far too buddy-buddy with a man Gerry had never trusted.
I’d wondered why Andy had sought this assignment. I’d speculated that it was because I was here. I hadn’t guessed that he’d been invited to apply. And that Gerry Davis was the reason.
I shoved myself upright, roughly knocking Andy’s hand away. “What the hell are you doing in Denmark?”
He stood straighter as if to increase the distance between my face and his. “I asked for the job. I had seniority. They gave it to me.”
“Simple
