Later that morning, after James left, Chris dressed and then drove to the office with Steven Dorsey on his mind. Something good had to come from Dorsey’s arrest, despite his claim that Dylan and Ron had hired him. Chris knew Steven was lying, but how could he prove it?
Mason and Abrams Detective Agency was in a busy strip mall near big retail stores and the ballpark. Chris parked behind the building, sure that inside Carol, their receptionist, had everything under control. He entered the office through the back door, then made sure it locked behind him. He put his keys in his left front pocket as he headed toward his office.
“That just proves that flowers can fix anything,” a female voice said from the front lobby.
Chris smiled. It was Neeta Huffman from the flower shop next door. He wa
