Chapter 4: Thursday
Beckett quietly opened the door into the boardroom, then stood for a moment, watching the only other person there.
Doug was shifting papers around on the large, teak board table with fitful enthusiasm. He was chewing gum and humming something that might have been a popular hiphop hit but probably just sounded that way coming from him. Beckett smiled to himself. Man couldn’t hold a tune in a bucket.
Doug didn’t turn around. “Beckett. Hi.”
“You knew it was me?”
Doug nodded. “That last season aftershave’s a real giveaway. Oh, and the lingering aroma of those exploding coffee granules.” He turned around, smiling.
Beckett leaned back against the closed door. He ran his gaze up Doug’s body from foot to head: smart trousers, a respectable sweater. And long limbs, tight a
