WRONG WAY - GO BACK
By Tessa Harvey
James Roberts shuffled some papers on his desk. He had a job to do he didn't much like. He switched off the computer, fiddled with a pen, rubbed at some dust. Finally he pushed his chair back and left the room.
On his way out he paused to congratulate Blanche Isaacs. It had been clever of her to follow the little refugee boy and the big man.
She beamed at his praise. "Are you going to see the lady who called us?" she asked. He looked at her dark smooth skin and warm brown eyes. "Yes," he said, heavily, and sighed.
"Could I come?" The older man considered and nodded. Blanche was ready almost at once, pausing only for her cap and to turn off her iPad. She liked the big imposing man. He had a conscience, which was rare.

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