Chapter SixThe following day, Trevor pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside the lobby of Harrison Manufacturing, Amelia’s employer. He presented his identification card to the young woman behind the desk.
Her eyes widened. “How may I help you, sir?” she stammered.
“Please tell Mr. Taunton that Detective Inspector Gelson is here to see him.”
“Right away, sir.”
The woman leapt from her chair, and the sound of her heels faded as she hurried down the hallway to the left of the desk.
Trevor’s gaze swept the austere foyer. The battleship-gray walls were bare, and the receptionist’s scarred oak desk had seen better days. The company was obviously not wasting money on décor. Nothing presented itself to cheer someone bent on jumping from a window.
I've lost a good friend, either
