CHAPTER TWENTY
An hour and a half later, at twelve-thirty in the afternoon, Stella pulled up outside Walter Jardine’s offices in Saratoga Springs. It had been a long drive. She had tried to suppress her growing anxiety as the miles and minutes passed, reassuring herself by thinking that this trip might lead to a breakthrough in the case.
Walter owned a clothing distribution company. When she arrived at the premises, Stella was surprised by the scale of it. Set in a commercial part of town, the modern, glassed, double-story offices backed onto an enormous warehouse.
She headed to the tall glass entrance door and hurried inside.
“Is Walter Jardine available?” she asked the receptionist.
The well-groomed woman, who looked to be in her mid-thirties, was fashionably dressed in a beautifull
