The receptionist at the Law Offices of Treacher amp; Pine smiled pleasantly as they stepped off the elevator. The name plate on the counter told them she was
Hutch took a leap and figured she must be the lunchtime relief-although lunch should have been over by now.
'May I help you?' she asked.
The words were barely out of her mouth when her eyes got big, that familiar look of recognition crossing her face.
'Oh my God,' she said. 'Code Two-Seven. You're…' She stopped herself, as if she knew she was about to commit an egregious breach of office protocol, and immediately went into recovery mode. 'Sorry,' she said sheepishly. 'What can I do for you gentlemen?'
Hutch flashed his movie star smile and tapped the name plate. 'You don't look like a Lucille to me.'
She flushed slightly. 'Oh, no, no-Lucy took a late lunch and the girl who usually covers for her is out sick, so…'
'Cindy to the rescue,' he said, nodding to her badge. 'What do you normally do?'
She followed his gaze and glanced down at her chest, the color in her cheeks deepening. 'I'm just a mail clerk. Most of the time I'm stuck in back.'
Hutch grinned. 'Then you must know where all the secrets are buried.'
She laughed, as if this wasn't too far from the truth, then Hutch gestured to Matt and said, 'This is my buddy Matt. We were friends of Jennifer Keating.'
It took her a moment, but then it hit her and her face fell. With the trial in progress, the office gossip was bound to be centered around Jenny's murder.
'Right…' she said. 'I knew that. You went to college together.'
'Guilty as charged.'
'Oh my God, this is so trippy. I was just watching your show this past weekend. They had a marathon on-'
'We're a little short on time,' Matt said. 'We'd like to speak to Ms. Keating's secretary, if that's possible.'
Cindy flushed again, then nodded and picked up the phone. After it rang a few times, someone answered and she said, 'Sorry to bother you Ms. Weeks, but could you come to the front, please? There are a couple of gentlemen here asking for Ms. Keating's secretary.'
She listened a moment, then said, 'No, it's Ethan Hutchinson and a gentleman named Matt. They were friends of Ms. Keating.'
She listened again, then hung up. 'Someone will be with you in a moment.'
'Someone meaning Ms. Keating's secretary?' Matt asked.
'No, she's out today, too. It's kind of an epidemic around here. Ms. Weeks is the office manager.'
The two men exchanged looks, then Hutch thanked her and he and Matt moved away from the desk to wander the large expanse of the lobby. Judging by the marble floor and the sleek, expensive furniture, Jenny had done all right for herself. This was not a poor man's law firm.
Back in college she had often talked about getting a law degree, but such talk had always been accompanied by the naive idealism they'd all shared in those days. Her goal was to work for Legal Aid, then start her own practice, helping the poor and disenfranchised get their day in court.
He supposed that somewhere along the line she realized she needed to make a living as well-a point that was likely hammered into her by her father. Hutch sincerely doubted the old man would approve of anything that smacked of altruism beyond regular donations to the Catholic church.
He wasn't sure how she had wound up here, but it wouldn't surprise him if daddy had pulled a few strings.
'I'm Carolyn Weeks,' a voice said. 'May I help you?'
They turned to find a severe looking woman in a severe looking suit standing in a doorway near the reception counter.
Hutch moved to her, holding out a hand. 'Ms. Weeks, I'm Ethan Hutchinson.'
'I can see that,' she said, shaking it. 'Jenny spoke about you often.'
'Did she?'
Weeks nodded. 'She was very concerned about you, but it looks as if she had nothing to worry about. She kept a photograph of you-' She looked at Matt '-all of you, actually-on the credenza behind her desk.'
'Oh?' Matt said. 'Do you still have that photo?'
'I'm not sure,' she told him. 'Her secretary, Carlene, cleaned out her office months ago. Most of her belongings were sent to her father.'
And her father would have promptly dumped the photo in the trash, Hutch thought. He tried to remember when such a photograph might have been taken. Any group shots would likely have been snapped by a waitress at The Monkey House.
All at once he was overcome by a profound sense of sadness.
'We were hoping,' Matt said, 'to get a chance to speak to Carlene.'
'May I ask why?'
'We wanted to talk to her about those phone calls she received. And we also wondered if she's ever-'
'Even if she
'Even old friends of Jenny's?' Hutch asked.
She showed him a tight smile. 'I've seen the tabloids, Mr. Hutchinson, so I know where your allegiance lies. If you really were a friend of Jenny's-as I was-then you'd be doing everything in your power to make sure her killer spends the rest of her life behind bars.'
Ouch.
Hutch and Matt exchanged another look, then Matt said, 'Working for a law firm, you'd think you'd believe in an antiquated little precept called innocent until proven guilty.'
Weeks shrugged. 'I don't believe there's anything left to prove.'
Matt reached into the satchel that hung at his shoulder and pulled out a sheet of paper. Unfolding it, he handed it to Weeks. 'While you're busy condemning one of my best friends, maybe you can take a look at this photo and tell me if you've ever seen this guy.'
She gave the page a cursory glance and handed it back to Matt. 'Can't say I have. Who is he?'
'That's what we're trying to find out. If you'd put us in touch with Carlene-'
'I don't think so,' she said. 'Carlene has enough on her mind right now, and as I told you, she's been warned not to speak to anyone. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I believe we're done here.'
And before they could utter a word of protest, she turned on her heels and vanished.
'Call me crazy,' Cynthia said, 'but I think I may have seen this guy.'
Hutch felt a bump in his heart rate.
She had signaled to them as they headed for the elevator, asking-rather shyly-if she could take a look at the photo, and Matt had dropped it on the counter in front of her.
Now she stared at it and nodded. 'A few months back, when they were hiring a new file clerk up in the tax department. I think he may have applied for the job.'
Hutch's heartbeat kicked up another notch. 'You're sure?'
'This picture's not that great, but Human Resources is on this floor, so he would've had to come here to get an application. I wasn't on the desk then, but Lucy asked me to come pick up some mail and there was a guy who looked like this sitting in that chair over there with a clipboard and pen. I only remember him because he was kinda weird.'
Matt was now looking at Hutch with a
'Did they hire him?' Matt asked.