Chloe looked up to see the woman Darlyn had mentioned earlier—Trisha—standing in her cubicle with another lady beside her. The accomplice clutched several thick folders tightly against her left arm.
Chloe wondered what had brought them to her space so soon.
“Who do we have here? Well, if it isn’t the murderer,” Trisha said suavely, tilting her head to the side with a mocking smile.
Chloe forced a polite smile, straightening her back against the swivel chair and clasping her hands together. She took a full view of the woman she had already mentally tagged as the ‘office witch.’ If she had to be honest, Trisha was quite beautiful—oval face, striking brown eyes, straight nose, and thin lips coated in heavy red lipstick. Her figure was average, not overly curvy, with slender legs. But her b
