executives. I am in charge of over four hundred people not to mention I hold several of our largest accounts, naturally that position does not lend itself to early evening departures.”
Blake was filled with a grudging admiration. Even under this kind of pressure she had a cool head on her shoulders. He looked down at her long slender fingers and narrow wrists, they looked frail and delicate below the sleeves of her dark blue jacket, not at all the hands of someone who would have plunged a knife into a man’s chest.
Unless, what if Pitt had overheard them talking before they had had sex? Perhaps he had overheard the entire exchange and decided to try to force an advantage from her, or himself on her. Would she have protected herself? There was zero doubt in his mind that she would have, he had seen her record and knew she had done so before.
But if she had why leave his body in her office where it was sure to bring attention to her? Besides he had seen Pitt in her office so if that man wound up dead Blake would have known—there was something too neat and pat about that scenario and it bothered him.
Jenna was aware of the undercurrents of dislike between the two men standing on either side of her. She did not know how they knew each other but it was clear that they did and that they did not enjoy each other’s company. The look Blake had flashed the detective had been one of pure unadulterated contempt, and he had not even attempted to hide that.
She was mulling that over, and trying not to look back at the ambulance pulling away from the curb when Dunning arrived. He immediately waved off the reporters that crowded around him and strode over to where Blake, Jenna and Kevin stood.
“What is going on here?”
“They found Tom Pitt dead in my office,” Jenna said. Her voice was still calm but she was anything but. The heat of the day was lost on her, she was beginning to shiver from the cold and her breathing was beginning to accelerate. Dunning gave her a keen look but before he could speak Blake suggested that they all move into the foyer of the building.
They did and Dunning hustled them all into the express elevator. Nobody spoke, the tension was heavy and thick and Jenna wanted to lean against Blake, to take some of his warmth but she did not dare. She controlled the trembling of her mouth by pressing her lips firmly together and kept her shaking legs still by sheer willpower. Blake noticed all of those things, and knew that she was dangerously close to shock.
If she said anything at that moment it could damage her, and he knew it. A fierce need to protect her rose up and when they went into Dunning’s office and were ordered to sit he pulled a chair up right beside hers, his knee grazing hers for a bare second but it was a second that soothed her somewhat.
“Ms. Lewis, please explain.” Dunning said in his iced and soft voice.
Jenna was not fooled by his voice, she knew he spoke that way to lure people into a false sense of confidence. “There is nothing to explain. Tom came to my office for some reports and updates, we talked for about an hour and he left. I assumed he went back to his office or home. I left later and that is all I know.”
“We are going to need security footage from that floor.” Kevin said.
Dunning leveled a look upon him that would have reduced an employee to tears. “Call my lawyers. In fact, from here on out, if you need anything you will wait until a company lawyer is present. That means if you wish to question Ms. Lewis any further it will wait until she has counsel present.” Jenna knew he was not protecting her, he was protecting his company but still she felt gratitude creeping up.
Kevin gave Dunning a tight smile. “I am sure you can understand the need to question her.”
“I am sure you can understand the need to have my company’s counsel present during that questioning,” Dunning shot back.
Blake hid a grin. He had known from the start that Brad Dunning