Westlake, Donald E - Sara And Jack 01 - Plot & Excerpts
Massa’s office was parked on four at the moment, doors open to Harsch’s larger and more dramatic room, with its desert views. While Massa leaned back in his chair, feet up on his desk as he occasionally sucked on a bottle of beer, Jacob Harsch paced slowly and methodically along an invisible and slightly bowed line between Massa’s desk in the former elevator and his own desk in his own room. Seated on the sofa to Massa’s left, legs casually crossed but pad and (black) pencil alertly at the ready, was Boy Cartwright, smiling like the school snitch in the principal’s office. They had been talking, these three, but then a silence had fallen, broken by the glug of Massa’s beer, the faint brush of Harsch’s black shoes on the gray carpet, the creak and twitch of Boy’s smile. Tonk, said the beer bottle when it kissed the desk top. Grugg, gergg, gug-gug-guggle, said Massa’s stomach. “If we only knew when ” said Massa. “Well, sir,”
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