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,”
