CHAPTER 27
TRACY
Tracy stepped off of the elevator. After a nice lunch with Francis, she was in a great mood. It was her first day back to work since they were released from their elegantly decorated prison that was Victoria and Jack’s house. Since Tracy had worked on most of her accounts from Victoria’s, her first day back had been easy.
Tracy rounded the corner on her way to her office, but her assistant, Kim, blocked her path.
“Miss Baker,” Kim whispered.
“Tracy, Kim. Call me Tracy.”
“Okay, sorry. Tracy, the police are waiting for you.”
“The police? Why? Did they say why?” Tracy asked, wondering why the police were there to see her.
“No. They just asked to see you. I told them that you were at lunch, but they said they’d wait.”
Francis had assured her that the situation outside of the club had been handled, so Tracy could not begin to guess why the police wanted to speak with her. At any rate, she certainly had no intention of implicating Victoria and Natasha in the death of the shooters.
“Thank you, Kim,” she said as she entered the outer office.
Two male officers stood as she approached, one white, the other black.
“Tracy Baker?” asked the tall African American.
“That’s me,” Tracy confirmed.
“I’m Detective Harris, and this is my partner, Detective Carson. May we have a minute of your time?”
“Sure.”
Tracy opened the door to her office and gestured for them to enter. She stepped in after them and closed the door.
“Please, have a seat,” she offered, waving at the chairs in front of her desk.
“No, thank you,” the white detective responded.
Tracy walked across the office and took a seat behind her desk. Her experience in marketing had taught her how to portray a confidence that she didn't always necessarily have.
“What can I do for you, detectives?”
“Miss Baker, we’re from Missing Persons. We’re looking into the disappearance of William Thompson.”
Fuck!
“Will Thompson? Missing? I mean, I knew that he’d been fired, but missing? I had no idea.”
Tracy gave her best impression of a person that gave a damn about the likes of Will Thompson.
“Yes. His wife reported him missing a few months ago,” Detective Harris confirmed.
His wife!
“Honestly, I didn't know much about him. I didn't even know that he was married.”
“Really?” Detective Carson asked as if surprised. “We were under the impression that you two were dating.”
“Dating? No, detective, we were never dating. Will was supposed to escort me to a party only because we were hoping to land an account. It wasn't a date. We were simply trying to woo a new client.”
