One of the last people Drayco expected to run into on the way to Troy Jaffray’s office building was Shannon Krugh. She walked right past Drayco and Sarg, then stopped and whipped around.
“You,” she pointed first at Sarg and then Drayco, “almost got me fired.”
First Elvis, now Shannon. At this rate, they were going to have to open an unemployment bureau for their suspects. Not that they owed said suspects any particular favors. Drayco pulled out the memory card with the copy of her research paper and handed it to her.
She stared at it with suspicion.
“It contains the paper for your philosophy class, from that laptop computer. Thought you might want a copy.”
She grabbed the card. “Did you read it? The paper?”
“Only the title page.”
“Didn’t you want to dig into my psyche or whatever an
