Chapter 5
Dana strode back into the IT den only a few days after she’d last been inside, carrying bags of takeout comfort food for herself and Gayle. She’d long ago learned not to giggle at her old mentor’s love of pinto beans, cornbread, and cooked cabbage. Dana was just thankful the best source for old-style Southern was still open between her apartment and the Gossalor office.
The lights were as dim as ever, but today only two clashing sources of music floated through the deep freeze dry air. She headed toward the left and Gayle’s classic rock rather than Will McGranville’s perky light jazz.
Quiet as Dana thought she was walking, Gayle popped up over the cubicle wall when she was still ten feet away.
“About time you got here,” Gayle said. “I’m starving to death for food and someone
