Cara’s POV
When the office was emptied it was near the middle of the night. The copy machine had now died down to a hum and the only sounds that remained were the ticking of the wall clock and the humming low hiss of the city beyond. I had asked everybody to retire to his home hours ago, but I could do nothing until I had heard.
Someone in this room had sold Thora Greenwood’s life for a few thousand dollars.
The thought made my stomach twist. I’d built this firm on discretion our reputation was our shield—and now that shield was cracked.
I opened my laptop and pulled up the payroll system again. Five employees, all loyal, or so I’d believed. I checked log-ins, file access, printer history. The same name kept popping up: Rita Bennett.
Junior clerk. Fresh out of community college. Alway
