nostrils. Her eyes searched her fellow passengers for the man wearing the scent. Unfortunately, the car contained only women. The scent lingered from a previous rider.
Once she arrived at her workstation Alice greeted her.
"So?"
"What?"
"Did you get a chance to read the book I gave you?"
"I started, but I had some personal things I had to get done. I'll try to get back to it later this week."
"Yea, but did you see your name in the book?"
"Yes, but if you look on the Internet, it isn't an uncommon. Evidently, the author must have thought it was a good name."
"Whatever."
Feeling let down by Sam's response, Alice turned to her computer and started entering data.
By noon, Alice seemed to put her disappointment aside and reminded Sam that it was time for a lunch break. In the lunchroom, Sam and Alice took a table where they could see who came in out of the lunchroom. Mike Rizzo entered the room and headed straight for a table with a group of junior editors.
"I see he's at it again," Alice remarked.
"Oh, I don't know; he seems harmless."
"Sam, I don't believe you. He's such a leech."
One of Alice's friends stopped by and interrupted them.
"The police are here again."
***
In his tenth floor office, Rodney sat in his chair looking at the lakefront. As he peered down, he smiled as he thought of the naked victim who was, he was sure, baffling the detectives.
Mrs. Green knocked and waited outside for Rodney to acknowledge her presence. Once inside Mrs. Green announced that Paul Hendrix was waiting to see him.
"Thank you Mrs. Green, show him in."
"Rodney glad you back. Did you enjoy your trip?"
"It was a short getaway, but I was really lucky. I got out before the storm."
"The city never sleeps even in snow storm. Did you hear about the naked dead woman found on the lakefront?"
"No. And that concerns us because?"
"I'm not sure how it 's connected to our missing employee. But, the police are here again. I think it's best that we just cooperate and get them out of the building as quickly as possible. We don't want any bad publicity before the spring releases."
"I agree. By the way, how is Sarah's estate coming along?"
"We still have several tax implications to resolve."
"Well, I hope you get them resolved soon. I have to know exactly what funds I have to work with."
"I understand. I'll get back to you when I have a more definitive answer."
Paul left the office, and Rodney turned his back and gazed out his window towards Lincoln Park.
An hour had passed when Mrs. Green repeated the ritual of knocking before entering Rodney's sanctum.
"Yes, Mrs. Green," practically shouting in response to the knock. Mrs. Green peeked her head in and in a low voice addressed her boss.
"There's a Tom Cassel, a detective from CPD, who would like to talk to you."
"Give me five and then let him in." Rodney opened his laptop, signed on. To look busy, he spread some papers around his desk.
After five minutes Mrs. Green opened the door letting Tom enter the office.
"Mr. Williams, Tom Cassel from the Chicago Police Department."
"Come in Detective Cassel. Have a seat. Is there something I can help you with?"
"I just wanted to thank you for letting us interview some of your employees."
"That's quite all right."
"You really have a big operation here."
"I do. I can't take credit for it all. My father and my wife's father built the business."
"Does your wife work here?"
"She did. She was the CEO until she died last year in a car accident."
"Oh, I'm sorry to here that."
"Yes, it was tragic. Fortunately, we are a privately owned company so we didn't suffer from any financial losses."
Tom's detective sensed that this man wasn't entirely remorseful about the loss of his wife.
"Again, thank you Mr. Williams for the cooperation your company extended the CPD."
“Any time.”
Both men stood up and extended their hands to signal the end of the meeting. Rodney walked Tom to
Once she arrived at her workstation Alice greeted her.
"So?"
"What?"
"Did you get a chance to read the book I gave you?"
"I started, but I had some personal things I had to get done. I'll try to get back to it later this week."
"Yea, but did you see your name in the book?"
"Yes, but if you look on the Internet, it isn't an uncommon. Evidently, the author must have thought it was a good name."
"Whatever."
Feeling let down by Sam's response, Alice turned to her computer and started entering data.
By noon, Alice seemed to put her disappointment aside and reminded Sam that it was time for a lunch break. In the lunchroom, Sam and Alice took a table where they could see who came in out of the lunchroom. Mike Rizzo entered the room and headed straight for a table with a group of junior editors.
"I see he's at it again," Alice remarked.
"Oh, I don't know; he seems harmless."
"Sam, I don't believe you. He's such a leech."
One of Alice's friends stopped by and interrupted them.
"The police are here again."
***
In his tenth floor office, Rodney sat in his chair looking at the lakefront. As he peered down, he smiled as he thought of the naked victim who was, he was sure, baffling the detectives.
Mrs. Green knocked and waited outside for Rodney to acknowledge her presence. Once inside Mrs. Green announced that Paul Hendrix was waiting to see him.
"Thank you Mrs. Green, show him in."
"Rodney glad you back. Did you enjoy your trip?"
"It was a short getaway, but I was really lucky. I got out before the storm."
"The city never sleeps even in snow storm. Did you hear about the naked dead woman found on the lakefront?"
"No. And that concerns us because?"
"I'm not sure how it 's connected to our missing employee. But, the police are here again. I think it's best that we just cooperate and get them out of the building as quickly as possible. We don't want any bad publicity before the spring releases."
"I agree. By the way, how is Sarah's estate coming along?"
"We still have several tax implications to resolve."
"Well, I hope you get them resolved soon. I have to know exactly what funds I have to work with."
"I understand. I'll get back to you when I have a more definitive answer."
Paul left the office, and Rodney turned his back and gazed out his window towards Lincoln Park.
An hour had passed when Mrs. Green repeated the ritual of knocking before entering Rodney's sanctum.
"Yes, Mrs. Green," practically shouting in response to the knock. Mrs. Green peeked her head in and in a low voice addressed her boss.
"There's a Tom Cassel, a detective from CPD, who would like to talk to you."
"Give me five and then let him in." Rodney opened his laptop, signed on. To look busy, he spread some papers around his desk.
After five minutes Mrs. Green opened the door letting Tom enter the office.
"Mr. Williams, Tom Cassel from the Chicago Police Department."
"Come in Detective Cassel. Have a seat. Is there something I can help you with?"
"I just wanted to thank you for letting us interview some of your employees."
"That's quite all right."
"You really have a big operation here."
"I do. I can't take credit for it all. My father and my wife's father built the business."
"Does your wife work here?"
"She did. She was the CEO until she died last year in a car accident."
"Oh, I'm sorry to here that."
"Yes, it was tragic. Fortunately, we are a privately owned company so we didn't suffer from any financial losses."
Tom's detective sensed that this man wasn't entirely remorseful about the loss of his wife.
"Again, thank you Mr. Williams for the cooperation your company extended the CPD."
“Any time.”
Both men stood up and extended their hands to signal the end of the meeting. Rodney walked Tom to
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