Page 124 of Fierce-Zander

“Maybe if I show you this picture it will help,” the man said. Zander was trying to make out the accent and couldn’t. Might be Asian, but he’d have to get up and go look to find out. Betsy never said he was busy when he was in unless she wasn’t getting a good vibe from the person. “I was curious if you’ve ever seen this woman?”

“So someone isn’t missing?” Betsy asked. “But you want to know if she’s been in this office?”

“Or in this building,” the man said.

Zander stood up and came out at the same time his father did. They both had radar for this shit.

“Can I help you?” he asked. “I’m Zander Conway. I heard you say you’re looking for someone.”

Asian, just as he thought. Dressed in a nice suit too. Too fancy to be coming in here.

“I’m looking for this woman.” The man pulled out his phone and showed the photo of a young blonde with glasses on.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’ve never seen her before.”

“She’s not a client here?” the man asked.

“You know as well as I do, that if she was I couldn’t tell you that. But I have never seen her before either.”

Betsy pulled her phone out and snapped a picture of the photo on the guy’s phone. “I can ask around if you want.” It was a game the two of them played. Their own good cop bad cop and she’d make it look as if they were cooperating.

“Thanks,” the guy said. “If you hear of anything, can you let me know?”

There was a card thrown on the counter and Betsy picked it up. “You’re the head of security at this company?”

“Yes,” the man said. “We are looking for her.”

“Is she missing?” Zander asked. That hadn’t been answered yet either.

“Have a great day,” the man said and left.

He saw the guy leave and turn his head as if he was going to Regan’s office, but then he changed his mind and left.

“Do you know what that is about?” his father asked.

He reached for the card and recognized the name on it. “Shit.”

“What?” Betsy asked.

“Shoot me that picture you took right now.”

“Who is it?” his father asked.

“I’m not positive, but I’m going to find out. That’s the name of the company that Regan had me look into for one of her clients.”

He’d stopped looking and didn’t feel like he’d been tracked doing anything. He’d gone through enough channels to get banking information that it wouldn’t look as if it was him. At least nothing that could come back to him, which meant nothing to get back to Regan. He hadn’t been lying—he didn’t know who that woman was. He’d never seen her before.

But if she was being followed, they could have seen her come into the building and maybe they looked at the businesses here and were trying to figure it out on their own.

Once he got the picture, Zander went out into the hall and saw the guy coming out of Trent’s office but then went into the bathroom. He didn’t want it to look as if he was seeking anyone out.

When he was done doing his business he went into the hall and didn’t see any sign of the guy but popped his head back into his office. “Did that guy return this way and go to Regan’s office?”

“No,” Betsy said. “Why?”

“I saw him coming out of Trent’s office when I opened my door. I went into the bathroom first so he didn’t see where I was going.”

“I’m hooked up to the cameras in the building now,” his father said. “Go talk to Trent and I’ll see if he left.”

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