CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
At nine o'clock, the core team convened for a donut and coffee breakfast meeting in Cimex's office. Lawrence didn't take one, citing a new low-carb diet, but I knew the true motive for his abstaining. I was hungry, so I took a filled donut with bright pink icing from the box.
"You eat donuts?" Lawrence asked.
"Yes, and don't you dare make a note in your phone about it," I teased.
He laughed. "Noted."
I ate the sticky sweet pastry while Selene and Corey gave their report of what they'd found in the files they'd been reviewing — essentially nothing.
"And how are the staff interviews going?" Cimex asked.
"I'm still working on them," Selene told him. "Although nothing has popped out as particularly incriminating for anyone. You're sure you've told us about all of the
