Rico glanced up from his desk.
‘Come in,’ he said, pushing back his chair. ‘Lock the door. I’ve got news for you.’
Baird turned the key in the lock, crossed over to the desk and sat down.
‘Don’t yel at the top of your voice,’ he said softly. ‘Someone may be listening in.’
Rico looked startled.
‘What do you mean? Who’s listening in?’
‘Forget it,’ Baird said impatiently. ‘Just keep your voice down. What’s the news?’
His expression puzzled, Rico shrugged his shoulders.
‘You don’t have to worry about this place,’ he said. ‘No one listens in here.’
‘What’s the news?’ Baird repeated.