Staged to Death (A Caprice De Luca Mystery)
“Grant said to Caprice as he held the door that led into a two-story office building.
“I did some research on PA Pharm last night,” she told him. “Research and Development takes place in that separate building in the back. You can’t get in there without pre-authorization.”
The lobby was expensively appointed with tan ceramic-tile flooring, muted brown wood paneling, and deep chocolate leather captain’s chairs around granite-topped side tables. A high counter with a clipboard and sign-in sheet overlooked the reception desk.
But no one was stationed there at the moment. The sign-in sheet was devoid of signatures.
“No visitors today,” Grant noted as he and Caprice both peered down at the sign-in sheet, their elbows brushing.
Caprice glanced up at him. They’d met in the parking lot. As always, she’d noticed his well-tailored suit, crisp white shirt, and striped tie. He looked like the consummate lawyer. But was he? Did all that intensity under the surface stem from losing his family?
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