leothefox

I arrived at our office about 8:30 on a quiet Friday morning; I got the coffee going, opened the Venetian blinds, checked the messages on the answering machine and gave Jasper a call at home to make sure he'd arrive at a reasonable hour. "I'm flying out the door now, Morgan!" "Are you bringing your phone with you for a change?" "This blasted spybot stays at home! Want me to bring you a Danish or something?" "Elsa made an omelet for breakfast, thanks! See you soon, partner," I smiled. Twenty minutes later, Jasper Knight breezed in, flinging off his weatherbeaten trenchcoat and mildly traumatizing me with his ugly Hawaiian shirt of the day; "Eww, what are those things?" I grimaced, pointing. He glanced down at his chest. "Tiki faces!" "Looks like the cover of the Necronomicon," I scoffed. "Coffee?" "Yuck," he replied, brandishing his paper cup of hot chocolate. "Any messages on the machine?" "A couple of telemarketers, one man who thinks his wife is cheating on