Minty’s report was much more comprehensive than I’d expected, and I told her so.

“What about all that stuff you said about believing in me?”

“I did,” I said with a shrug, “but now I really do.”

“Well, happy reading,” she said. “When do we go rescue Midnight?”

“Later,” I said, already flipping through the phone book-sized stack of papers as I exited the room. “I’ll get back to ya.”

She started to say something, and I shut the door.

I headed for my office down the hall, reading as I walked and ignoring all who greeted or otherwise approached me.

I had a sinking feeling, as I slipped into my office and plopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh, that this Turner guy was going to be a massive disappointment.

Thirty minutes later, after having read the entire report, my suspicions that Turner was a square were…