Sambal looked in the mirror as the mission parameters kicked in: Herb had set up the contacts in a reverse pattern, so his synapses were generating more noise than signal.
We were each causing bigger and bigger ripples in our lives, and it was not going at all unnoticed.
Floorboards creaked underfoot as I made my way back through the house. I had never been in a house like this, yet it was utterly familiar in layout.
The only people I know, or have met, who are doing the jobs they dreamed of are the professionals, and they are tremendously boring.