unless Mary was off for the day. Then the assistant manager could fill in."
I scribbled a note about Daisy coming to the office weekly. "And what floor is marketing on?"
"Second. Next to personnel."
"Okay, so if she came to the second floor to get her check and your office is on the fourth floor, how did you happen to see her so frequently?"
"Just in passing. In the hallway." His jaw clenched, and he looked at his watch. "This is really going nowhere fast Ms. Turner, and I'm out of time." He jumped to his feet and came around the desk.
I quickly wrote 'why did N see D every week?" on the page and looked helplessly at the list of unasked questions. "I'm not finished. Karen will—"
"Look," he said as he peered down on me. "I'm sorry Gary was killed, and I'm sorry his wife is all wigged out about it. But I'm a busy man, and I can't sit around jabbering with you about things I'll probably have to spend time talking to the police about." He motioned toward the door, as if his hand could pick me up and toss me to the curb.
Reluctant to end this conversation, I slowly pushed to my feet. "Do you have an appointment with the police?"
He groaned. "You the Energizer Bunny or something?"
I gave him a slight smile. "I just want to be thorough for my friend."
"Not that it's any of your business, but the chief is coming by this afternoon. Now I have to insist you leave."
He stepped into the hall, and I rushed after him, locking my eyes on his back like a tractor beam. I glued my mind to thoughts of following up on him and especially following up on why he saw Daisy every week.
I might be leaving, but I wasn't done with Nathan Jacobs by a long shot. If Mitch wanted to talk with the man nearly running away from me then Nathan Jacobs knew something of value. I just had to figure out what it was and if it led to the killer.
Chapter Ten
The gate at security lifted, and I sped under the metal bar as if being freed from jail. As I left the building, the sight of Gary 's office trussed up with a seal brought back the sight of his body hidden in the leaves, and I suddenly couldn't get away from here fast enough.
At the four way stop on Elm, three cars approached the intersection. I slowed and used the time to switch my cell from the silent mode. Four missed calls. Two calls were from Karen, one from Adam, and one The Garden Gate. Karen could have information about Gary 's murder. I wanted to punch in her number as fast as my fingers allowed, but after my newfound resolve to patch things up with my sweetie, I would phone him first.
At my age, I couldn't afford to lose a man from failing to return his call. I scoffed at my obvious dual—or has it now reached triple—mindedness. Seriously, I needed to get my priorities straight. I kept a big secret from the man, but I was afraid not to return his call lest he dump me. And radio show callers had been asking me for relationship advice all month?
I punched speed dial for Adam, mounted my headset and eased into the intersection.
"Don't you answer your phone anymore?" he grumbled before I could utter a sound.
Yikes, his attitude was worse than yesterday. No matter. He wouldn't rock my resolve. "Sounds like you're grumpy."
"I'm sorry, but things didn't go so well at our appointment with Lawson this morning." He said sorry, but his tone held no remorse. "Nothing is going right."
"What happened?" I wanted to console him over his day, but if I were honest, I wanted to know about the meeting with Mitch just as much.
"I don't have time to get into it right now. I'm slammed in court all day."
Despite his tone, I put a smile into mine. "Any chance I'll see you soon?"
"Tonight. I asked Perry and Lisa to have dinner with us at The Old School House. I made reservations for seven. I won’t be able to pick you up so I'll meet you at the restaurant."
Hold up. Not again with the mister in charge thing. What was he thinking, making a group date without checking with me? I wanted to spend the
I scribbled a note about Daisy coming to the office weekly. "And what floor is marketing on?"
"Second. Next to personnel."
"Okay, so if she came to the second floor to get her check and your office is on the fourth floor, how did you happen to see her so frequently?"
"Just in passing. In the hallway." His jaw clenched, and he looked at his watch. "This is really going nowhere fast Ms. Turner, and I'm out of time." He jumped to his feet and came around the desk.
I quickly wrote 'why did N see D every week?" on the page and looked helplessly at the list of unasked questions. "I'm not finished. Karen will—"
"Look," he said as he peered down on me. "I'm sorry Gary was killed, and I'm sorry his wife is all wigged out about it. But I'm a busy man, and I can't sit around jabbering with you about things I'll probably have to spend time talking to the police about." He motioned toward the door, as if his hand could pick me up and toss me to the curb.
Reluctant to end this conversation, I slowly pushed to my feet. "Do you have an appointment with the police?"
He groaned. "You the Energizer Bunny or something?"
I gave him a slight smile. "I just want to be thorough for my friend."
"Not that it's any of your business, but the chief is coming by this afternoon. Now I have to insist you leave."
He stepped into the hall, and I rushed after him, locking my eyes on his back like a tractor beam. I glued my mind to thoughts of following up on him and especially following up on why he saw Daisy every week.
I might be leaving, but I wasn't done with Nathan Jacobs by a long shot. If Mitch wanted to talk with the man nearly running away from me then Nathan Jacobs knew something of value. I just had to figure out what it was and if it led to the killer.
Chapter Ten
The gate at security lifted, and I sped under the metal bar as if being freed from jail. As I left the building, the sight of Gary 's office trussed up with a seal brought back the sight of his body hidden in the leaves, and I suddenly couldn't get away from here fast enough.
At the four way stop on Elm, three cars approached the intersection. I slowed and used the time to switch my cell from the silent mode. Four missed calls. Two calls were from Karen, one from Adam, and one The Garden Gate. Karen could have information about Gary 's murder. I wanted to punch in her number as fast as my fingers allowed, but after my newfound resolve to patch things up with my sweetie, I would phone him first.
At my age, I couldn't afford to lose a man from failing to return his call. I scoffed at my obvious dual—or has it now reached triple—mindedness. Seriously, I needed to get my priorities straight. I kept a big secret from the man, but I was afraid not to return his call lest he dump me. And radio show callers had been asking me for relationship advice all month?
I punched speed dial for Adam, mounted my headset and eased into the intersection.
"Don't you answer your phone anymore?" he grumbled before I could utter a sound.
Yikes, his attitude was worse than yesterday. No matter. He wouldn't rock my resolve. "Sounds like you're grumpy."
"I'm sorry, but things didn't go so well at our appointment with Lawson this morning." He said sorry, but his tone held no remorse. "Nothing is going right."
"What happened?" I wanted to console him over his day, but if I were honest, I wanted to know about the meeting with Mitch just as much.
"I don't have time to get into it right now. I'm slammed in court all day."
Despite his tone, I put a smile into mine. "Any chance I'll see you soon?"
"Tonight. I asked Perry and Lisa to have dinner with us at The Old School House. I made reservations for seven. I won’t be able to pick you up so I'll meet you at the restaurant."
Hold up. Not again with the mister in charge thing. What was he thinking, making a group date without checking with me? I wanted to spend the
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