Chapter 87

• The low hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the office as Johnny leaned back in his chair, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting sharp shadows across the floor. Papers lay scattered in front of him.
• Some were unfinished contracts, others were logistical reports of all numbers that no longer held his interest.
• His thoughts were elsewhere, frayed and tangled like the edges of an old rope. Ariel. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He could only hope that she didn't go on to do something stupid.