Mustering up every ounce of courage, she reached a shaky hand towards the door handle. Turning it slowly, she pulled it towards her a bit. She peaked out and saw the same room she saw almost every day for the last eight years. No one stirred. All the desks were empty. She pulled the door open. The offices surrounding the edges of the room seemed empty. A quick scan revealed nothing.
The first tentative foot stepped forward. She paused. Still nothing. Her steps fell quicker, but still she was careful not to let her heels click on the tile floor. Back to her desk, she surveyed the room again. Everything seemed in order. She reached down and grabbed her purse. Invitations could wait another day.
A sigh of relief escaped as she headed towards the door. As she passed Mr. Abbott’s office she glanced through the windows. Her steps faltered and her hands flew to her mouth as she stifled a scream. No, it couldn’t be. It was just as bad as anything she’d seen on TV. Mr. Abbott’s body lay on the floor in an awkward position, with his head twisted. In a pool of blood.
Tina just thought she was shaking before. Her whole body trembled. Bile rose up and she swallowed. She had to call someone. Had to get help.
Movement outside the window caught her eye. A blue convertible BMW headed towards the parking lot exit.
“Oh, no.” She knew that car. Knew who had been there. But it wasn’t possible. He couldn’t have had anything to do with Mr. Abbott’s death.
Mr. Abbott’s death. Her boss, whose retirement invitations she’d created less than three hours ago, lay on the floor in his own blood. His life blood had run out.
She shook her head. This wasn’t real. She glanced down. Reality caused a lump to form in her throat and tears to fill her eyes. He was such a kind man. A really good boss.
Tears spilled over. Seemed to be a great husband and wonderful grandfather. Why in the world…?
None of this made any sense. Her mind simply couldn’t wrap around the facts. Her thought from a few moments before resurfaced. She had to call someone. She reached in her purse. She pulled out her cell phone and paused halfway through her pass code. She couldn’t use her phone. He had connections. High connections. Police connections. If her number were traced to the call, he might know she’d been there. That she’d seen something.
Her heart skipped a beat and then lurched forward. Her car was in the parking lot. He had to have seen it. But he hadn’t looked for her.
She exhaled. Right. Her car was in the shop and she’d borrowed her brother’s car that day.
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