Chapter 17
Sarah started, and the document slipped from her hands onto the desk. She turned to see Phillip behind her, his face a mask of fury.
“I believe I asked you a question. What are you doing here?” His eyes were now a pair of slits that bored into her.
Sarah swallowed. Why was he so angry? “I …”
“What were you searching for? Who sent you?”
Surely, he didn’t mean what she thought he was inferring. “What are you talking about?”
Phillip walked around to his desk, and Sarah’s eyes followed him. “How much did they pay you to come and snoop around here?” he asked.
His words rankled her, and she squared her shoulders. What gave him the right to accuse her? Did he think she was a thief? “Listen, I was just curious and saw the door open. I saw the bookshelves and thought it was a libr
