This morning when I arrived, I found Katy in her office and told her what I could about Carly, but left out the information Miles gave me, not wanting to jeopardize the case in any way. As I knew she would be, she was visibly shaken and stunned and so was everyone else when we sat the entire bank staff down at our morning meeting and told them the news.

I had known that Carly made some friends working here but I had no idea how close she had gotten to her co-workers, and it was hard seeing the same pain I’ve been feeling reflected back at me. No one could understand how someone could do that to her or why, and I wished more than anything I could reassure them somehow that the person responsible would be caught.

Biting my lip, I log into my management account and run a search for Carly’s file, praying that it hasn’t already been removed from the company’s database. Once I find it, I open it up then glance at the lobby to make sure no one is coming my way. When I see that the coast is clear I quickly hit print and the printer on my desk shoots out her resume, along with her application. Snatching it out of the plastic tray, I fold it in half then tuck it away in my bag before I start to shut down my computer. My hope is that I can somehow use the information Carly had to break into her e-mail account and gain access to her dating profile then share Matthew’s information with Miles and Tucker.

After the screen of my desktop goes black, I pick up my bag and head to the door, shutting off the light before I leave my office. Seeing everyone waiting in the sitting area for me to let them out, my stomach clenches. Today was a long, difficult day for everyone and I’m sure even the customers could feel the weight of the black cloud hanging over all of us.

“Everyone ready?” I ask, taking out my key from my pocket as I walk to the door to let everyone out.

“We’ve been ready,” Troy gripes as he gets up from his seat.

“Don’t be a dick, Troy,” Indigo hisses at him as she gets up, tossing her long braids over her shoulder.

“Don’t call me a dick.”

“Don’t act like one,” Becca rolls her eyes at him.

I see a few heads nod in agreement.

“Troy.” I step between him and Becca when it looks like he’s going to say something more. “It’s been a long day. Let’s all just go home and relax.”

“Whatever, just open the door.” He glares at me, and I let out a long breath and remind myself that emotions are running high and that everyone deals with difficult situations differently. Who am I kidding? Troy is always a jerk.

Turning, I open the door and feel a sense of ease when I see Clay standing next to his jeep with his hip leaning against his door and his arms crossed over his chest.