“Everything okay?” Lacey asked.

“Yeah, fine. It’s just…the pizza’s here. I’ll go down and get it.”

Roy stood then. “I’ll go with you.”

I nodded, and the two of us left the conference room.

When we stepped into the elevator, I flashed back to the first time Roy and I had gone downstairs to pick up food. Only days had passed, but it almost felt like a lifetime. So much had happened since then.

He didn’t talk. We just descended—

Right as we hit the first floor, he fell against the wall, grasping at the small railing inside the elevator.

“Roy! Are you okay?”

He nodded. “I was just thinking about…”

“About what?”

“About one time. In an elevator.”

I’d been in an elevator with him several times. Never had I seen a reaction like this one.

“You okay?” I asked. “You want to wait here, and I’ll get the pizza?”

He shook his head. “I’m okay.”

We walked together through the lobby and to the locked doorway. We grabbed the pizzas from the delivery guy and then locked back up.

“Still warm,” I said. “Good. I’m starving.”

“I’m sorry about our dinner,” Roy said.

“Why? It wasn’t your fault, and this is important. We need all the information we can get to figure out who’s responsible for your father’s murder.”

He nodded and then walked away from me…and toward the painting that had caught my eye my first morning here.

I followed him, standing a few feet behind him. “It’s so beautiful,” I said.

“The key,” he said softly.

“What?”

He turned to me, his dark eyes taking on an almost wild look.

“The key,” he said again. “I think I may have found it.”

“The key?” I wrinkled my brow. “Oh, right.”

I stared at the painting. The first time I’d seen it, I’d told him I sensed something hidden, and I was looking for a key. “You said there isn’t one.”

“But there is now,” he said, his voice taking on a faraway sound.

“Where? Where is the key, Roy?”

He pointed to his head. “In here.”

He said nothing more as he walked to the elevator. I followed him in silence. We ascended in silence.

When we returned to the conference room, I handed out the pizza on paper plates.

Roy didn’t speak for the rest of the meeting.

I ended up at my own place that evening.

Roy hadn’t invited me to his place, and I hadn’t invited him to mine. I sensed that he needed to be alone. Could I have been wrong? Possibly, but not likely.

My tummy was sticking out from overindulgence in the pizza. It was so late, and I’d been so hungry that I’d gorged on four pieces. Now I had a night of indigestion ahead of me.