Chapter 7

“Look, here.” Beckett reached over to the coffee machine’s plug in the wall and flicked up the switch. An orange light sparked into life and a harsh gurgle came from the depths of the pot. “You only needed to switch it on.”

Doug—still on his knees—opened his mouth to reply. He never got the chance. There was a sudden flash from the coffee machine display, the gurgling sputtered to a stop, and a dense spray of dark, stale coffee granules burst out over Beckett’s legs and feet. The smell of burning cable wafted from the back of the machine, and a trail of smoke curled up the wall. In the corridor outside the restaurant, an alarm began to wail, and there was the sound of running footsteps and shouts. Doug looked over at Beckett, who had his face in his hands.

Doug sighed. By the time he struggled to his feet, the water from the sprinklers had burst into life and started to shower his shoulders.4: Thursday