This Is Where I Sleep
an eerie feeling came over me, seeing his empty chair. Larry and I weren’t close, but he was a good employee. To think his working for me was what got him killed infuriated me.
    “And he kept all his files on his work computer or did he ever work from home?” Coral asked.
    I looked up to see her staring at me, and for a split second, I saw a look of what I thought was empathy before her eyes shuttered and she was all business again.
    “What did you ask me?”
    “I asked if all his work files were kept on his office desktop or if he ever worked from home?”
    I sighed. “All of our department heads have a company issued laptop they can use from either work or home. Larry worked from home one to two days a week. He said it helped to minimize distractions. Most of the department heads work from home some of the time.”
    “I don’t see any laptop here,” she said, gently pulling open the desk drawers and peeking in.
    I cocked my head to the side. “We’ve been looking for it. I personally made a trip to the home he shared with his fiancé to ask if he’d left it at home. It wasn’t recovered from his vehicle either. We’re still looking,” I stated.
    “Have you looked through his personal accounts to see if he owned a safe deposit box? Maybe he hid it there.”
    I nodded agreeing with her. “I have my head of security looking into it and maybe speak with Larry’s fiancé again.” I sighed dreading having to bother Lisa, Larry’s fiancé who was still grieving.
    Coral stood in front of me and rested her hand on my forearm comfortingly. “I can do that if it’s too much for you,” she commented.
    Even through my suit jacket I felt her warmth and it felt like it was thawing a piece of my heart that had been frozen over. Unconsciously, I moved to put my hand over hers to keep her there. We stood that way, for what seemed like forever, and yet not long enough. Suddenly, Coral pulled away and took a step back, clearing her throat.
    Quickly recovering, I told her, “That won’t be necessary. I know Lisa, so the question might be better coming from me.”
    Coral simply nodded and stepped around me, exiting the office. “I want to meet your head of security before we head out to your other locations,” she said over her shoulder.
    This is not going to go over well, I thought as I pulled out my phone to text my head of security to come to my office.
    ****
    Coral
    “How long have you worked with your head of security?” I asked, sitting back on the loveseat in Liam’s office. I was relieved when he opted to sit behind his desk. I aimed to keep my distance as much as possible. I didn’t know what that little stare down in Larry’s office was, but I was not about to let it happen again.
    “For a few years now, bu-”
    Knock! Knock! “Hey Liam, you wanted to se‒”
    I paused and turned as I heard the familiar, yet unwanted voice. I took in Ron’s muscular frame. He was not especially tall, only a few inches taller than me at five-ten, dark brown hair and eyes, golden colored skin. He would be attractive by most conventional standards. As we took each other in, I noticed the right side of his mouth kick up into a sneer. In less than a split second, the look was gone, and he plastered a phony smile on his face.
    “Coral Coleman. How nice to see you again. To what do we owe the pleasure?” he greeted me but moved towards Liam’s desk to stand at its side.
    “Good to see you too, Ron. I’m here working to find out what happened to Larry in accounting.”
    Ron’s eyebrows quirked up in obvious surprise at my little revelation, before he recovered and looked towards Liam. “I thought that was just an accident.”
    Now this I found a little intriguing. Liam hadn’t told his head of security that he suspected Larry’s death wasn’t an accident. Interesting. Ron was a part of our unit during the second Iraq tour. He was a few years younger than us, but he took to Liam. Li took him under his wing and

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