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…
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