Chapter thirty-nine
AN INTRUDER
Gabriella finished typing up her case notes on the computer then turned it off. She rubbed the tops of her shoulders and winced at the aches and pains in them. She had been the last person to leave the office for the night, knowing she was safe with Joe, the cleaner, a short man with a full beard and bright green eyes who wore baggy jeans and a loose windcheater. She got up and turned to him. “Bye, Joe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Miss Gabriella. Can I walk you to your car?”
She shook her head. “No, all good. My car’s not far, but thanks anyway, Joe.” Bending forward, she retrieved her handbag from the bottom cabinet and swung it over her shoulder while listening to the slow whirring of the vacuum cleaner as she walked outside through the sliding doors
