“He must write on something,” she said, reaching for a drawer. As the dark wood compartment began it’s gentle slide outward, Terri paused and looked up nervously. A photograph in a gold frame, two men, one younger, one older, both strikingly handsome, stared smiling from the far side of the desk. Terri pulled the drawer open and quickly rifled through the stack of papers until she reached a yellow legal pad nestled beneath last week’s quarterly reports. Pulling it free, she flipped past twenty pages of handwritten notes until she reached a blank sheet and tore it loose.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov