But unless he started colonising Captain Turner’s desk, next to his, there wasn’t anywhere. ‘Of course she does.’ Charlie grinned and made a T with her hands. Harker nodded, in desperate need of something to take away the bad taste in his mouth that St James’s always left him with. ‘Did she say what it was about?’ ‘No. But I’m guessing it’s our alien. What have you done with her, anyway?’ ‘St James’s,’ Harker said. He threw his jacket on the floor and sat down, swinging his boots on to the few inches of desk that Charlie kept clear for such a purpose. ‘Shame,’ Charlie said. ‘She seemed to have spirit.’ ‘Yeah.’ Harker frowned as he thought about the silent ghost curled up next to him in the car on the way back to the city. She’d had spirit, until he’d fired that gun and she’d … deflated, like someone had sucked all the fight out of her. He’d handed her over to the halfway house at St James’s, explaining that she’d be fine there, and well-treated.
