Heather Parborough nodded to me, clearly nervous. "Hi, Fee. Sorry to be coming in so late." It really wasn't that late, only about 10PM. Her anxiety reminded me I'd caught her sneaking out of Lester's office, hadn't I?

"No problem, Heather," I said. "Can I offer you anything?" We'd had coffee enough times in the past surely it didn't sound like too fishing of a question.

She hesitated, like she wanted to take me up on my offer, but shook her head. "Thanks. It's ...