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Every Second. Rick Mofina
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isbn 9781474044974
Автор произведения Rick Mofina
Издательство HarperCollins
She stepped from the elevator, went down a polished hallway and passed through the brass-plated doors of Dixon Donlevy Mutual Life Insurance.
The lobby floor gleamed against the dark wood desk where the receptionist sat. A huge shield encircling a mountain range against a blue sky and the company’s name graced the wall behind her.
“Can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m Kate Page. I’m a reporter with Newslead.” She placed her card on the counter. “I’d like to speak with Lori Fulton’s supervisor. It’ll only take a moment.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No. Sorry, but I’m facing a tight deadline.”
The receptionist took Kate’s card and examined it.
“Please, have a seat,” she said, nodding to the waiting area.
The cushioned chairs were inviting, but Kate chose to stand by the gurgling water of a hanging wall fountain.
“Excuse me?” The receptionist called to Kate a few minutes later, her hand over the phone’s mouthpiece. “I’m told we’re not making any statements to the press at this time.”
“I understand, but it’s important I speak with someone while I’m here, to ensure my story is accurate concerning this company. Someone could talk to me now, or explain to their boss why they didn’t after the story is published.”
“One moment.”
Kate couldn’t hear what the receptionist said into the phone, so she turned back to the fountain until she ended her call.
“Someone will be out shortly.”
“Thank you.”
Kate moved from the fountain, admiring the landscape paintings, the palms in the floor planters, all the while shaping her story and checking the time. She was glancing at a glossy travel magazine featuring treks across Iceland on the cover when a tall woman in a well-cut navy skirt suit arrived.
“You’re Kate Page?”
“Yes.”
“Denise Marigold, with Corporate Communications.”
“Thank you for seeing me. In the wake of what’s happened, I just had a few questions about Lori Fulton, an employee of yours.”
“We’ve only just been informed about what’s happened by police and really can’t comment at this time.”
“I just need to confirm how long Lori Fulton’s been employed here.”
“Unfortunately, given the gravity of the situation, we really can’t discuss her employment here or her previous employment, the whole situation. We have to refer all questions to the authorities. Okay?”
“I understand. Can you offer any statement at all?”
Marigold’s face creased in thought. “We can say this—we’re deeply concerned for Lori and her family, and we’re cooperating fully with police in every way possible.”
Kate wrote down every word.
* * *
Denise Marigold didn’t give her much, but it was something, Kate thought as she hurried across the street to Fredrico’s Coffee Shop. She got a coffee and an apple muffin, found an empty table and began writing. Shutting out the noise of the busy shop, Kate entered her zone, concentrating as she wrote on her phone. Her story came together quickly as she firmed up the structure, inserting the quotes and details she’d managed to gather.
She proofread it twice, then sent it to Reeka Beck.
Kate checked the time. She’d made her deadline. She reached for her coffee and muffin to savor a small celebration. As she ate, something Denise Marigold had said niggled at her. She looked at her notebook, rereading the words she’d underlined, previous employment. Kate replayed Marigold’s comment on her recorder: “...can’t comment on her employment here or her previous employment...”
That’s an odd thing to say. Is Lori’s previous employment somehow a factor?
Kate gave it consideration before growing cognizant of the conversation people were having at a table behind her.
“...he robbed his own bank...they can’t find Lori...”
Kate withdrew her compact mirror from her bag and made as if to check her hair. Tilting it, she saw the two women and a man who were talking about the case. They had to be Lori Fulton’s coworkers, she thought, as one of the women continued.
“...my sister lives on the same street. I was talking to her this morning, she told me Lori didn’t show up for work...”
Kate put her mirror away and sat a little straighter, eavesdropping until they prepared to leave. Keeping her back to them, she cleared her table, put her garbage in the trash and left ahead of the group. She waited in the street, and when the group exited, she went toward them.
“Excuse me. But by any chance, do you happen to work in that building?” Kate indicated the glass office complex across the street.
“Yeah,” the man said.
“I’m looking for people who work at Dixon Donlevy Insurance.”
“Why?”
“Do you guys work there?”
“Maybe. Who are you?” the man asked.
“Kate Page. I’m a reporter with Newslead.” She took her Newslead ID from her bag and showed it to them. “I’m covering the robbery at the SkyNational bank. I’ve been to the bank, the Fulton home and I’ve spoken with Denise Marigold. I’m looking for people who know Lori Fulton. Do any of you work with her? Maybe you know her and her husband, Dan? He’s the manager of the bank that was robbed.”
The man and women exchanged silent looks as if waiting to decide who among them would answer.
“We don’t know her that well,” one of the women said. “She works in another department—insurance fraud.”
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