Chapter Nine - KlempnerNot a great success…
Stanton’s files then. Look them over…
… while I work on my interview technique.
But where?
Somewhere private.
A bar?
Too public. And I need somewhere to spread out. A desk. Somewhere to file. Maybe a display board.
Rent an office?
Then it strikes me…
Nothing like missing the blindingly f*****g obvious…
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At the Haswell offices, I stroll through acres of brassy, glassy bling and into the public foyer, to be met by a face I know well. “Good morning, Kirstie.”
A microsecond of blank expression washes away like rain under a windscreen wiper. “Larry?” Then she breaks into a smile. “What can I do for you? Charlotte’s not here that I’m aware of.”
“Thank you, Kirstie, but I’m not here to see my daughter. I was hoping to have a word with
