Chapter Eleven
“I thought this type of thing only happened at night.” Rachel Harrier stood at the wide glass window of her condominium apartment and stared at the Arizona sky. She laughed bitterly but didn’t turn when Taz addressed her.
“So it happened this morning. What time?”
“Ten after eight. I was headed into the office.”
Harrier was a tall woman, by Taz’s estimation at least six-three in her stockings; big shoulders and her superbly toned thighs suggested racket sports, and maybe skiing to boot. Any guy would love a crack at that.
“You were accosted in the underground parking?” Taz asked.
“Nope. Never got that far. He was on the elevator when it stopped at my floor; standing in the front corner, directly across from where the control buttons are located. That’s were my attention
