Her thin, pretty face pinched into a scowl when she stopped in front of my desk, looking at me through the dark tint of her huge sunglasses. “I need to drop this off for Dex.” “All right,” I told her, already extending my arms to take it as my annoyance factor went up about twenty degrees. “He left this at my house last night,” she added. Why she mentioned that, I had no idea.
