When I walked into the office at Forever Safes, Lola Crumpet was at her desk, as before. This time, though, the boss himself was standing behind her chair, leaning over her shoulder intimately as they both stared at her computer screen.
Lola looked up first and jumped. Frank was a little slower, but he didn’t seem embarrassed at being caught in such a position.
I smiled at both of them. It seemed they’d taken my advice from last time. “Mr. Cordone, Ms. Lola,” I said, in greeting.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Cotter. We didn’t expect you today.” Her scent had lost its nervous edge since the last time I was here.
“I know. I was dropping by.” I looked at Mr. Cordone. “You got a minute, sir? I want to give you an update on the case I’ve been working on.”
Frank moved from behind the desk, but not
