Smiling at how fanciful I was getting, I took my laptop into the study. Mark had made sure there was space available for me on his desk. His own laptop, which was open, had gone to screensaver… sharks swimming lazily in and out of a wrecked ship.
I turned on my laptop and opened the file I’d labeled Mind f**k. It was a story I’d started to amuse myself; set in DC, it was about two intelligence operatives, one from the CBI, the Central Bureau of Intelligence, the other from the OFNS, the Organization for National Security, fictitious agencies I’d created.
The two agencies were always at loggerheads, so it made complete sense for my characters to have little to do with each other. Only for some reason, they kept coming into contact.
It sounded rather familiar.
Grinning, I flexed my finge
