The rendering plant had been reopened early that morning after Michael had given the employees a stern warning about drinking or doing drugs that put their safety at risk. Bryan had the impression most of the guys wouldn't consider doing that kind of thing on the job, but there was always one bad apple in a box.He ended up at Libby Tanner's L-shaped reception area. The woman was in her mid-fifties but determined not to let her age show and to keep perpetually young. She had dyed her hair a bright red, quite a different colour from yesterday's neon blue. “I need Michael to authorise some repairs,” he said, slipping by her desk in a hurry so he wouldn't have to stop and pass the time of day with her. The woman was plain weird. Not only the woman, but her computer monitor's screen saver, a dizzying change of colourful abstract designs."Save your breath. He's not in,” she replied.Bryan stopped at her choked outrage."Look at that. I've broken another nail.” The nail, a faded orange, clashed with her hair colour."Where can I find him?”
