The-Red-Ranger

The office was dimly lit by the washed-out sunlight that had managed to slip through the clouds, and by the light of a computer screen. This was nowhere near enough to illuminate it fully, leaving the edges of the room in a dirty second hand gloom. Its black suited occupant sat back in his chair, eliciting a slight squeak. He'd have to get the damn thing looked at. But this was only a background thought, part of the mental ambiance. His attention was fully given to the speaker phone that sat on the dark green leather of his desk, and to the voice of the woman making this unwelcome call. He had become suspicious the moment he saw the padlock