Can I get you to check it before I turn it in?’ ‘Sure,’ Sarah said. She left him there and headed for the stairs. These days, her crowded home life often forced her to skip workouts. She was trying to compensate by climbing every set of stairs she encountered. Ollie Greenaway, walking into the lobby as she reached the bottom step, called out, ‘Ah, there goes the Queen of the Risers, climbing again.’ Like all her mates in the investigative division, he thought her stair-climbing habits were amusingly retro, something like canning pickles or spinning one’s own yarn. ‘Hang on, Sarah, I’ll walk up with you. We’ll tighten up those glutes together, by golly.’ He reached her in a few long strides and clattered upstairs with her, chuckling. ‘You’re in an unusually good mood,’ Sarah said. ‘You just find a clue or something?’ ‘Not yet, but maybe any minute now. I just got a message to call Moses Greenberg ASAP.’ ‘Oh, well, he always wants everything ten minutes ago.
