CHAPTER 2: STRANGE BEDFELLOWS
I sat opposite Lee, as he paged through a file folder on his desk. He lingered on some of the pages, often with an accompanying ‘Hmm,’ or a disapproving shake of his head. Each time I started to say something, he held up an index finger and wagged it at me to be quiet.
He had insisted I come back and meet with him right now, but he was completely ignoring me. I wondered if this were some kind of test. But if it were, what was he looking for? Did he want to see if I would wait patiently and respectfully for him, or if I would force him to stop and pay attention?
I studied his office a little more, looking for clues. A clock hung on the wall behind his desk where only his visitors could see it, ticking loudly like ...