Chapter 4They didn’t say anything when it was over. Jest swung one leg over Greene’s prone body and walked back to where he’d left his clean clothes. Greene rolled over and onto his feet, retrieved and donned clean skivvies and then headed for his discarded pants and that pesky phone. He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to anyone right now, even if he did wonder who’d called.
He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the shape those slacks were in. Well, the cleaners could handle the mess when he got back to San Jose. He dug his wallet out first and set it in an open fronted locker and then got the phone from the other pocket. Missed calls. Who? For an instant, the name did not register. Who in hell is Cinder?
Oh yeah, the wannabe game whiz kid who worked in the mail room or was it supply? Cinder
