“Line open, handset down, movement on the upper floor,” she read off the screen.

“North side of the house.”

Wayne pushed his glasses up his nose.

“You’re certain it’s upstairs.”

“I’m certain it’s above the receiver.”

“Because if you’ve got it wrong, that report writes itself, and it’s written about you.”

“Then it puts my name on it.”

He stood there a moment longer than the job called for, then pulled out the chair at his own console.