CHAPTER 17

          It wasn’t the biggest office but it had a decent view, was of a hallway by itself, and seemed nice and remote. Which made his job easier. He had no idea if Heath came to his office during breaks. Steven tended to think not, but you never knew.

          The faster he looked around the better.

          Slipping inside, Steven took a quick, cursory glance. He perused the bookshelf that sat against a far wall, noting with some warped sense of fatherly pride the lines of awards and plaques.

          Finding nothing important, he quickly turned to Heath’s desk. Sitting down in his chair, Steven enjoyed the gentle creak of well-worn leather and the expensive smell that enveloped him.

          Flipping on the compute