Chapter 11
“Okay, so, the video,” I said. I had swung around in my swivel chair to look at Bruce, who was now perched on the end of my desk and looking down at me like an unwelcome bird. As far as I could tell, this was all intentional.
“Yes, Gavin. What about it?”
Sally Painter walked by and waved, and I waved back at her and kept my mouth shut for a minute. I didn’t need it to get back to Nelson that I had been poking around in other people’s cases. Then Grimassi ambled past, throwing Bruce Putnam a funny look for sitting and talking to me at all and thus weakening the united front that kept me lowest in the pecking order. When no one was close enough to listen in, I started talking.
“It isn’t real. It’s just a music video for a band named Elementum de Chao. Ritual dark ambient music
