2 Quotes by M.L. Terese

A black telephonereceiver was stuffed in the small space between his ear and hisshoulder; he motioned for them to sit in the stiff wooden armchairs infront of his desk. Moments later he hung up the phone, the baseringing lightly from the impact.“So you’re still in a mess, aren’t you?” he said.

He wore khaki pants and a dark blue tee shirt, and was much shorterthan he sounded on the phone. For some reason this made Kat evenmore uneasy.