There are only papers, fountain pens…and a small faded blue wooden object that catches my eye. It’s in the shape of a person with wings and painted with clumsy hands. I get the urge to break it into pieces. Lyle wisely doesn’t bother to offer the chairs and comes to stand in front of his desk, leaning against it and placing his hands on the edge of the wood in an open position to show us he means no harm. To my chagrin, he ignores Xander and me and addresses our shark.
