Peter pushed open the door to his office but stopped when he found it lit only by the glow from his computer screen. “Stern?”
In the darkness Stern lit a cigarette. The red flare of the match helped Peter find Stern in the shadows.
“This better be worth dragging me out—”
Stern gestured toward the computer with the red end of his cigarette. “Someone’s been messing with your kinky screensaver.”
Peter stalked around the desk and dropped into his chair. The benign desktop looked normal and unthreatening. “What?”
“Just wait.” Stern nudged the mouse to take the monitor out of energy saver mode.
A soft hum from the clock on the desk was the only sound that broke the silence until the screen flickered, went dark, then glowed again as a picture formed of a naked young girl sprawled on satin s
