Chapter 7
No sooner had Nathan stepped onto the floor than Angel Mackenrow waved him down. Across the open room ringed by offices, she made a series of gestures that were complete nonsense: tugged her ear, touched her nose, brushed both shoulders, and finally swept one hand in a wide, curving arc over her flat stomach, as though suggesting someone was with child.
Greg Moore was in Nathan’s office.
Taking a deep breath, Nathan curled his arms and flapped them like a chicken, crossing his eyes at the same time. Angel pointed at Nathan. She nodded emphatically, and then dragged the blade of her hand across her throat. Ominous as it was, she was grinning, and Nathan hopped in a quick two-step jig, giving her the queen’s wave. She slapped her palm to her forehead and ducked into her own office, the warning given.