NO ONE WILL TALK TO me. I try the ladies from yesterday’s lunch first, but it’s difficult to get them alone. I stalk the bathroom and finally catch Shannon at the sinks. The instant she lays eyes on me, she snaps, “Yes?”
“Is it Mackenzie?”
“What are you talking about?” She leans close to the mirror and reapplies her glistening ruby lipstick.
“Three of his assistants left abruptly. Did they leave because of him?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“One disappeared. It’s been reported to the police.”
She flinches. “Really? How do—”
“It was on the news last night. Her family are freaking out.”
Shannon’s sharp red eyebrows rise. “I’ll ask around.” She leaves me in the bathroom with a swish of hair and a heap of attitude.
I randomly approach people. From Candy the dark-haired receptionist to Joel
