Chapter Six
Reggie sat in the midst of his study at home pouring over the disaster before him, dispassionate, as was typical on the outside, though the fury was building within.
When he heard the knock on the door he looked up. “Yes.”
“Reg? You’re here?”
“I am,” he said no more, though his response was enough invitation for Jocelyn to move inside the room. Even for Reggie, who was sometimes given to ruminating in the dark, the mood seemed particularly grim.
“Wouldn’t you like a little more light?” she asked, as she was about to turn on the floor lamp beside his desk.
“No,” he replied, emphatically enough for her to quake a little nervously. Her concern increased when she looked toward his desk and spied what was there. Though it took some time for the truth to register, once she m
