The doorfinallydings, and when it does, Sam moves back quickly until he’s on the opposite side of the elevator, which tells me something.
He’s done that before.
* * *
“Meghan?”I whisper quietly as I approach her desk.
“Yeah?” She’s not so quiet.
“Can I speak to you for two minutes in the conference room?”
“Sure.” She stands and follows me down the long corridor that leads to my makeshift office. When I get there, I halt because it’s no longer my office. There’s a meeting in progress. The first thing I think about is my stuff—my laptop and printer. Everything was on the table and now it’s not. I scan the room and finally spot them on the floor, near the front. My laptop is open, but the screen is dark. Luckily, it’s password protected.
“Well.” I sigh and point to a nearby door. “Stairwell?”
“Wow, this is sort of 007 shit, huh?”
I laugh. “No.” In the stairwell, I turn to face her. “Who do I talk to about the cameras in the elevators?”
“Oh.” She leans back and taps her chin. “Building security, most likely.”
“Where is building security located?”
“Hang on.” She pulls her phone out of a pocket in her black slacks. “I know someone who works in that department.” She taps a few times, then asks, “What do you want to know?”
“Do the cameras in the elevators record audio?”
I watch as she taps away. When she pauses, I hold my breath.
“Is this a friend?”
She winks. “Friend? Not so much. Booty call, definitely.”
“Oh. I see.”
When her phone chimes, I’m tempted to move closer to read over her shoulder, but I stay put.
“All four are supposed to have audio, but one of them has been out for a while.”
I’d love to ask them why that is, but when her phone chimes again, I lean closer.
“He wants to know which elevator you’re wondering about.”
“It’s on the left side closest to reception.”
That makes her laugh. “They’re numbered.” She turns and reaches for the door handle. “Come on. Show me which one.”
I point to the elevator in question as she pushes the button to call it to us. We have to wait a good eight minutes for that particular one to arrive. When it does, we step on with several others already on board, Graham Morgan being one of them.
“Alison,” he says succinctly. “Meghan.”
“Mr. Morgan,” we say simultaneously.
“What are you two up to?”
“Just doing some reconnaissance,” Meghan says, then chuckles.
“Great.” Graham looks down at his phone and begins to type.
