It had been a long, boring day. Neal had tried to catch up on his reading - a few exhibition brochures for art shows in Saint-Tropez and in Prague next week - but he was looking forward to getting home to keep working on the little drawing he'd been perfecting lately.
Just as he was about to get up and head for the door, Peter called from the next office. Neal sighed, heading in. "Yeah?"
"There's a girl who wants to see me. Says she's friends with your girlfriend. You know a Danielle? British?" Peter looked at him.
"I do. Yeah. She's a ... coroner, I think." Neal blinked. Why would she be here?