Synopsis

Viv typed the report, the clatter of the keys a counterpoint to the rustle of the newspaper Tosh and Carver were absorbed in. She seemed, by the general impression of the office, to be regarded as something of a fixture, a sort of office girl. Tosh, without preamble, asked her to procure a woman for an alibi check, but the woman fled at the sight of Viv. A chase ensued, ending with a torn skirt. A passing car offered Viv a ride, the driver mistaking her frantic state for flirtation and depositin