In fact, I think he was relieved someone else was running things instead of him. He came directly to the office door and knocked without trying the do...orknob first. I buzzed him in and waved him to a chair without really looking at him. I kept my head down, looking at papers in front of me. He sat.“The place is a mess, Davy,” I started.“The maids were supposed to be here,” he interrupted.“The maids were here,” I said. “I’m not talking about the cleaning. I’m talking about the events. The cops. In the stable block, Tom Fisher was trying to ignore the agitated stamping of the stallion in the adjacent stall and recover from his encounter with Susan Yeardley. Being a well-bred young woman, she had cleaned him up after use, with a lithe tongue, which she had used on his softening implement, until not only had she licked off the coating which covered it, but also left it semi-erect, needing very little fanning to get the flames burning brightly again. In this condition, Tom was trying to. I took it off and looked at my watch, 12:47 AM. I got up, went to the kitchen and made myself a drink. At least, I tried to, I hadn’t realized how hard my hands were shaking until I tried to pour orange juice into a glass. My mind was seven-hundred miles away, wondering what Addie was doing at that moment. I presumed they were in Samuel’s car, headed to his house. Could have been making use of one of the club’s back rooms, too.I managed to finish pouring my drink, with lots of vodka and not. The large, moist woman in the next chair gave him an irriated glance, and went back to her Glamour. Jeremy sighed, put his feet up on the magazine table, and set to waiting.Damn hospitals. He tapped his foot on the table impatiently. Not only do they stink of piss and disease and God only knows what else, but they always keep you waiting so bloody long you... you could... something... He yawned hugely. Now that he had sat down, and all his forward momentum had been taken from him, Jeremy's.