“I don’t have time for this,” I told her, my already thin temper frayed even more.
She frowned, then shook her head, holding her hands out.
I got the idea. She wasn’t here for fun.
I stopped pacing and crossed my arms over my chest. “Okay, fine. What?”
She reached out a hand, then drew it back toward her, then walked her other fingers over the air.
“You want to go for a walk?”
The look she shot me told me she thought I was completely stupid.
“Okay, not walking. What, then?”
She held out a hand, her palm flat towards her, then ran her other finger along it as though… reading.
“You’re reading something,” I said.
A nod. Then she repeated the first action. This time I got it.
“You’re reading something you took out of a file drawer?”
Another nod, this one with a smile. And then she just looked at me as though I was supposed to understand why she was reading something from a file drawer.
“The fuck am I supposed to do with that, Sylvia?”
She gave me another eye-roll, then pointed to herself.
“Yeah, I get thatyouare the one reading the thing in the—” And then I got it. “You’re offering to… go to Bazan’s office?”
She beamed at me. She kept that shit up, I was going to end up liking her.
“Oh, hell yes.”
* * *
I was aboutto shut down my computer when Sylvia reappeared, a grin on her face that I would have called shit-eating if she had been anyone else—but Sylvia is aLadywith a capital L. Even if she did drive me up the wall, I still couldn’t bring myself to describe her using vulgarity.
“I’m guessing we should rope Ward into this?” I asked her, even though I was pretty sure it didn’t have to be a question.
She poofed out of the room, presumably to go get Ward.
I walked out into the hall, and my suspicions were confirmed when Ward came rolling out of his office, a quizzical expression on his face and Sylvia floating along behind him.
He looked up at me. “What did you do, Hart?”
I smirked. “To be fair to me, itwasSylvia’s idea.”
She was still grinning.
Ward sighed, then casually waved a hand.
“It was an excellent idea,”the ghostly woman pronounced.
“You found something?” I asked.
“I did,”she confirmed.