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seem.”
    “Something a good boyfriend would have picked up on.”
    “Drop it, James.”
    He didn’t say another word as we left the building. If he had, I might have decked him.

CHAPTER SIX
    At seven the next morning I was in Michael’s office. Michael, director of Jaystone Security’s Carol City office. The lowest of the low, and a far cry from the splendor of Ralph Walters’s office. Michael’s tiny, closet-sized office was drab, sparsely furnished, and dreary. No artwork on the walls, cheap wallpaper that was peeling in the corners, a gray metal desk, and a ratty cloth office chair that showed major signs of wear. But at least he had an office. I, on the other hand, got to file my paperwork in the room that doubled as the reception area. As if we had customers who walked in and needed to be recepted. As if. Worn, soiled carpeting, a build-it-yourself desk that was falling apart, a big computer that was built during the Dark Ages, and a desk chair with wheels that had frozen probably ten years ago.
    “A suicide?”
    “You saw it on the news, Michael.”
    “But, Skip. You found the body. That can’t be good.” He sat behind his tiny desk and shuddered.
    “For me. For the company, for the situation it means nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
    “Well, as long as we still have the order.” Mr. Bottom Line. As long as we still had the order. Maybe the company was going to buy him a new desk chair with the profits.
    “We do. We still have the order.” I prayed we did. I needed that order worse than Michael did.
    “Skip, you have one supervisor for the project.”
    “James Lessor.”
    “Yeah, yeah.” He frowned. He’d met James and obviously didn’t think much of him. “I’m not entirely happy with that choice, but I guess we’ll deal with it.” Michael shuffled papers on his desk. “But we need two. The contract calls for two. It’s a bull-shit position. Any ideas of who could do it?”
    “You’ve got the installers?”
    He nodded. “We need a second supervisor. It’s a gopher position, Skip. You’ve been on these jobs before.”
    Actually, I hadn’t. The few sales I made were mostly residential. Selling safety and security to people who had very little to secure. And when I did sell to businesses, they usually needed one or two door detectors and maybe a window sensor. Hardly any reason for a supervisor.
    Michael looked past me, shaking his head. “What did it look like?”
    “What did what look like?”
    “The suicide.”
    “You don’t want to know.” I couldn’t get the image out of my mind. The gory, blood-stained desk and carpet and the side of the man’s head with a hole in it.
    “No. I don’t.” He looked back at me. “We need another supervisor. Simple stuff, really.”
    “I can do it. I’ll be the second supervisor.”
    “No. You’re in charge of the project.”
    “But I could—”
    “No, Skip. Regulations call for two supervisors, and one person in charge of the project.”
    “So what’s my title?”
    “Person in charge of the project.” Michael shrugged his shoulders.
    Great title. I squinted my eyes and gave him a questioning look. So if I could figure a way to also be supervisor, I could make an additional twelve bucks an hour.
    “And, no. You can’t be both.”
    The son of a bitch was on to me.
    “My title is really Person in Charge of the Project?”
    “Sure. Why not?”
    I shook my head. “I might know someone.”
    He looked up from his gunmetal desk in his tiny cubicle office. “That would help. As person in charge, it’s going to be your job to find that someone. And if they screw up, as I feel certain your roommate will, it’s going to fall on your shoulders.”
    The guy was a prick. “This man I’ve got in mind, he has his own business. He’s obviously good at management, and I think he’d work well in this environment.”
    “Bring him by tomorrow, okay? I’m going to need to at least meet him.”
    I was faking it. I had a vague idea,