Page 96 of First Date: Divorce
“Try his email.”
“Good idea.Ah.Something from Melody…” His breath streamed out.“About a charity softball game next weekend.Maybe—”
A rattle came from the hall door.
Their eyes met for an instant.Eric started closing down the computer, while she looked around.
He’d said the window creaked and with someone right outside the hall door—
One other door — bathroom?closet?If it was locked…
It wasn’t.
A closet.Good sized, thank heavens, with shelves for office supplies down one side.
With the computer in its shut-down routine, Eric stepped into the closet ahead of her, she pulled the door closed, releasing the knob one silent fraction of an inch at a time.
They heard the hall door open.Then, outside the closet door, whispers.Too low to identify gender, much less individuals.
Clearly, Eric wasn’t the only one with a misspent youth.
Because anyone with a legitimate reason to be in the office wouldn’t need to whisper.
Then something that sounded oddly like a giggle.
While K.D.tried to decide if she’d heard that correctly, another sound came.
A lock sliding into place.
Another giggle.Or maybe a chuckle.
Then more whispers, becoming increasingly muffled.Followed by the hall door closing.
And silence.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
K.D.turned the closet door handle and pushed.
Nothing.
She tried again.Then again, pushing harder.
“It’s locked,” she said.“From the outside.The handle still turns, but the door won’t open.There must be a—” Her fingers found the flat disk above the knob.“Deadbolt.Needs a key.”
She waited.Every guy she’d ever worked with would now reach over her, try the knob, and search for the deadbolt himself.
Eric said, “Someone locked us in, then left?”
“Maybe they went to get someone.Albert, or someone else in security.”
He was silent a moment.“Did you hear one of them … laugh?”
“Chuckle.”
“Okay, chuckle.Does that make sense if they’re going for security?”
“No.”
