Charlie was notably absent, too, as was Grace when they entered the third-floor office. Harley was at his computer station, robotically dipping into a bag of Doritos with one hand while he worked his computer mouse with the other. He’d heard them coming, gave a backwards wave, but didn’t break attention from his screen. “Hey, guys, pull up some chairs. Grace and Charlie are out for a walk but they should be back soon.” Magozzi looked around the office, at the empty bags of chips and various other junk food containers in Harley’s wastebasket; Grace’s wastebasket was empty, save for an apple core and an empty bottle of orange juice. Some people ate through stress, other people starved through it. Harley rubbed his hands together and finally spun around in his chair. “Okay, we finally recovered Spencer’s site. It was a bitch, but we did it.” Magozzi rolled a chair next to Harley.
