Hank rose to his feet. He didn’t know what he had expected, a person his grandfather’s age maybe, but the woman who appeared in the door behind his secretary looked almost as beautiful as his mother. In fact, as impossible as it seemed, she might be even more beautiful. She was about five six and had dark hair and eyes even bluer than his own. He guessed she might be about his age. Her figure would make a blind man stare, but the expression on her face attracted him as much as her physical appearance. Intelligence, curiosity, and life shone from her eyes. She glowed with an eagerness he didn’t understand.
As she approached his desk, she held out her hand. "Mr. Lovinggood, how are you? I’m Dr. Kathryn Sinclair. Thank you for seeing me."
She had a firm handshake and looked him right in the eye. "Not at all, Dr. Sinclair. Please, have a seat. May I get you a cup of coffee?"
"Yes, that would be lovely."
Hank filled a disposable cup with coffee. The cups biodegraded in three months’ time, so nobody hesitated to use them. The trashcans overflowed with cups by the end of the day. "Cream or sugar?"
He handed the coffee to Dr. Sinclair and got a good look at her legs in the process. Nice. She wore a well-cut, red suit that looked expensive. He liked her short little skirt, but the neckline of the jacket didn’t plunge quite enough.
Hank flushed. He was no hormone-riddled teenager. The woman hadn’t come here for him to ogle her. "My secretary told me that you wanted to talk to me about a crime," he said as he seated himself behind his desk, unconsciously smoothing his tie and sitting up straight.
"First Lady Kills President Lovinggood"
December 29, 2018