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Their first case together after the latest stairwell incident found Strike and Robin under cover at an office party in a high rise tower building in the City. Robin posed as an administrative assistant to their latest target, a bombastic buffoon accused by the Board of Trustees of embezzling funds. Strike, clad in his Italian suit with a new white shirt and power red tie, joined the throng of other suited men, discussing bottom lines and tax incentives while sampling passed hors d’oeuvres and sipping champagne. Strike wore the thick rimmed glasses that discreetly hid a camera, and intended to capture any nefarious conversations with Robin’s faux boss.
With Buffoon sufficiently distracted, Robin snuck into his office and searched for incriminating evidence. Not twenty minutes later, she slipped stealthily from behind the office door and caught Strike’s eye from across the room. They shared a smile, for the first time in weeks. Maybe it was because she’d struck gold, or maybe because she liked his glasses and new tie, but for whatever reason, the smile gave Strike’s stomach a flip and just enough confidence to truly begin open pursuit.