“Like someone used to bossing around staff.”

“Did she leave a number?”

“The caller ID showed a private line out of Oak Park,” Brenda said.

“I screenshotted the log and saved the audio from the switchboard.”

I glanced at the framed Regional Director award propped on the corner of my desk, waiting for its hanging wire.

“Copy those files onto a private flash drive and get it to me before five today.”

“I’ve already put them on one,” Brenda said, pushing a silver memory stick across her desk blotter.