It was close to three Friday afternoon, and Jake and Kelly were winding up their week—finishing reports for some of their clients and having Carol make out bills for those who owned businesses and kept them on a monthly retainer—when they heard an angry voice from the waiting room.
“I want to see him now!” a man was saying, seconds before the office door was thrown open.
“I told him you were busy, Jake,” Carol said from the doorway as a very distraught man strode into the room, heading straight for Jake.
“It’s okay,” Jake told her before asking the man how he could help him.
“Alan’s missing and it’s your fault,” the man said, pointing a finger at Jake.
“I presume you’re Alex,” Jake replied as calmly as he could, given the circumstances and what the man had said. “Please have a seat an
