From the glass wall of his topfloor office, William Locke could see the storm clouds rolling in from the east. A fitting background for the kind of day he was having, he thought grimly.

He hadn’t slept much the night before, truthfully, Gail had raised such bitter memories by asking about his late wife. Yet, he was also haunted by the fact that he had snapped unfairly at her. It wasn't her fault, and she had no way of knowing that it was a no-go area.

He should apologize, right? But then, ...