She spun on her heels and hurried to the stairwell door, her shoes clicking fast on the polished floor until the heavy door closed behind her.

Ten minutes later I went down to the main lobby.

Dale was standing by the tall glass exit doors, wiping his knuckles on his red shop rag.

“She went out the side exit down to the basement,” Dale said, looking up as I came over.

“She looked like she was running out of a burning building.”

“She’s gone,” I said.

“You want me to call the county sheriff?” Dale asked.