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someone would find out who she was, or point a finger at her. After all, once a thief always a thief was the way most people thought.
    As she got closer she saw that there were far too many police officers for a simple arrest. There was a Coroner’s van there too, and why would that be there? An ambulance sat there, its doors open and its attendants were pulling out a white sheeted gurney from the building.
    There was something on the gurney, a body. Jenna’s throat clenched and her belly filled with acid as she stared at the body from behind a wall of onlookers. She spotted a security guard from the building and made her way over to him.
    “What is going on?”
    The guard looked at her and then over her head, he motioned in the air with one hand and a cop came over. Jenna, thinking that the guard did not recognize her, said, “I work here…”
    “I know. Are you Jenna Lewis?”
    Mystified by the question she answered, “Yes why?”
    “Ma’am we need to ask you some questions.”
    “What? Why?”
    “Did you see a man named Tom Pitt last night?”
    “Yes, why?” She stared at the cop, he was a hard faced man in his forties. It was obvious he was a detective, he wore plainclothes: a badly rumpled off the rack suit and loosened tie, scuffed loafers and a jacket that hung too loosely.
    “He was in your office?”
    She opened her mouth to reiterate the why she had already asked and then she closed it again. It was clear he was not going to tell her anything and if there was anything she knew from hard experience it was that a cop asking question and not giving answers was bad business.
    “Kevin, what is going on here?”
    Blake! Relief swamped her. She turned to him and saw the look that passed between him and the detective. They knew each other, and they did not like each other. Shit, this was hardly working out to be the best morning she had ever had.
    “I need to talk to this lady.”
    “Jenna? Why?”
    “Because a man who was seen going into her office is dead, he was found by the cleaning staff last night, in her office with a knife in his chest and a pair of panties in his hand.”
    All the color drained from Jenna’s face. Her panties? Tom was dead? In her office? “He left my office! He was alive when he left!” The words came out in a rush and she winced, they had all run together so that it sounded like a different language. She wanted to take a breath and start over but Blake was looking at her, his eyes dark with suspicion and the uniformed paramedics were loading the gurney up. The thing made a horrible jangle as it rolled into the ambulance and Jenna felt the world beginning to slide away from her.
    Blake’s arm caught her as she swayed, she looked at him only to see that he was covered by a fine gray veil. She shook her head to rid her mind of that fog but the physical weakness remained. That weakness bothered her, she had never been the fainting type and the last thing she wanted to seem was the fainting type. Blake and a few of the men who would have loved to take her job were all standing far too near for her to show any signs of weakness.
    “I can tell you that he came to my office and he left. When I left, around ten thirty, I was alone in my office and I did not see him, or anyone else for that matter.” There, her voice sounded calm and natural, authoritive even. “Now, I have no idea how he would up in my office—dead—but I can assure you I had nothing to do with it.”
    “Do you lock your office at night?” Kevin asked.
    Jenna knew it was a trick question, if she said yes she had to explain who might have a key and if she said no she would have to explain why she felt no need to lock her office when it contained such sensitive material. “Of course I do however there are people who have a key, the maintenance crew for example.”
    “”Do you know what time the maintenance crew generally leaves?”
    “No, I do not.”
    “Do you often stay late?”
    “I am one of the top