![]() ![]() When he saw me, his face went blank and his eyes went cold. Luke Stark was leaning against the desk and his head came up from studying a manila folder. I walked through the door and it fell closed behind me so I could see the rest of the room. Their romance had played out in the papers and on local news and I’d watched it with avid fascination along with the rest of Denver.Īll of them looked at me, none of them smiled. I knew Stella Gunn and Kai Mason because they were famous. ![]() Therefore, I expected her face to turn to stone when she saw me (and it did). I knew Shirleen and I knew she knew my father and furthermore I suspected she did a happy dance when he was handed a fifteen year sentence. Standing in front of it was Stella Gunn and Kai Mason. Shirleen Jackson was sitting behind the gleaming, polished, blond-wood reception desk. Or, one could say, unwelcoming committee. I knew there would be no balloons falling or streamers streaming, heralding my happily anticipated arrival but I didn’t expect the intensity of the welcoming committee. There was a brass plaque on the door, it said, “Nightingale Investigations.”īefore I could chicken out, I turned the sleek knob and pushed the door open. I turned right and walked the ten steps (I counted) to the door. ![]() The elevator pinged and I looked out into the plushly carpeted hall.Īs I let it out, I stepped one perfectly high, slingback, stiletto heel shod foot soundlessly on the carpet. ![]()
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