CHAPTER 18
I STUCK CLOSE to Nye as he exited the car in a basement car park and strode to a lift in the corner. When we got inside, he pressed the button for the fourth floor and we rose quickly upwards.
“Will it be busy?” I asked.
The idea of dealing with a room full of people made me feel quite ill.
“One o’clock on a Thursday? Half the people will have gone out for lunch.”
Thank goodness. The lift doors opened into a large, open-plan room filled with rows of desks and the occasional coffee table with chairs clustered around it. Only a quarter of the seats were occupied, and I garnered a few curious glances as I followed Nye to a glass-fronted office in the corner. Before we could go inside, a small black lady sitting at a desk next to it waved him down.
“They’re setting up on the f
