He stopped by Peabody’s chair, glanced at McNab as Peabody beamed, drumming her hands on the seat of her chair in a quick rhythm. “Departmentally authorized?” “Yes, sir,” McNab said. “Absolutely, sir. We put in a long night.” “Make sure she takes a half dose next time.” “It was the espresso chaser, Commander.” Whitney shook his head. “That would do it,” he said and strode out. Peabody let out a giggle, slapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” she mumbled behind her fingers. “Not funny.”
