Chapter One
Field felt like a lobster being brought slowly to the boil. For a moment, he closed his eyes against the heat and the humidity and the still, heavy air. Only the clatter of typewriters hinted at energy and motion.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket and looked again at the two figures gesticulating behind the frosted glass. They were still arguing, and he had the uncomfortable feeling that it might be about him.
Macleod's secretary had stopped typing and was appraising him with a steady gaze. "You're new," she said, pushing her half-moon glasses up from the end of her nose.
"Yes." Field nodded.
The woman wasn't showing any sign of discomfort, despite being three times his size and wearing a cardigan. "Take your jacket off, if you're hot," she said.
Field smiled, glancing up at the fan. It turned lethargically, with no discer ... read full excerpt from The Master of Rain ebook
