Claudia and I have run out of small talk. She sits beside me, awkward, sharing the silence.
Ross hovers in the background, shifting from one foot to the other. “Have you ever seen him like this before?” I ask.
“Not even close. Never in anything approaching this kind of rage…” He spreads helpless palms. “He's normally so unflappable.”
“Who's this Adrian Barclay?”
He shrugs. “I guess we're about to find out.”
Then…
The bellow echoes down the hall. “Barclay, damn you! What the hell do you think you’re playing at? If you have a problem with me, you come deal with me. You do not invade my home and attack my wife… I beg to differ. Attack is exactly the right word…”