“Goodbye,” I responded, then added, so the farewell wouldn’t sound so harsh, “Take care of yourself, okay?”
He managed a smile. “You, too.”
I shut the door to his truck, then turned and walked back into the building. It had to be done, but I still felt like crap.
My feelings of guilt evaporated, however, when I entered my office and saw Victor Nguyen, one of Danny’s roommates, hastily backing away from the keyboard to my Mac.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” I demanded.
He blinked. “Upgrading your Norton Antivirus. Didn’t you get the email?”
“No,” I said, shooting him a wary look.
Victor also worked for IT Solutions — in fact, I was pretty sure Victor had gotten Danny his job in the first place — but I hadn’t received any emails about an upgrade. Besides, Danny usually got the
