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“I won’t forget. You do know that finding out who made these drugs is as important to me as it is to you, right?” Actually, it was a lot more so, but she’d leave that disclosure for another time.
“Sorry. I just want to shut down whoever is killing people.”
When she placed a hand on his arm, Paris refused to address the zing of excitement that shot through her. “We’ll figure it out.”
“I know we will. Have a good day.”
“You too.” Paris slipped out of the car and walked to the guard station. That whole exchange was almost like they were an old married couple, and she mentally chuckled. That would never happen.
At the front gate, Paris flashed her badge, and the guard let her in. She didn’t know why she had to show her credentials every time since the guard knew her and barely ever looked at what was around her neck.
Because Paris was early, instead of going directly to her work area, she remained in the lobby where the company showed off thewondersof Harrison Industries. On occasion, there were school tours as well as other dignitaries who visited, so the display cases and numerous billboards were necessary.
When she read the provided information, Paris found Sullivan & Stewart had been the architects. That was a good find. She didn’t see what year the building was built, but she bet Jenna would know.
Before anyone asked why she appeared to be loitering, Paris headed into her area. To gain access to her section, she had to swipe her card.
Since it was early, only about half the staff was at work. She hadn’t seen Doug’s car, so for at least half an hour, Paris could have some peace. The first thing she did was look up the architectural firm to see where it was located. Hopefully, she'd find their contact information.
Even though she looked in several provinces in Canada, as well as in the United States, she couldn’t find the name anywhere, which she found rather odd. As much as she wanted to ask some of the people who'd been at the company a long time what they remembered, she didn't want Dr. Delancey to find out and ask why she was interested.
Normally, Paris would have either texted or called Rider and told him what she’d learned—or rather what she hadn’t learned—but both men had told her that she shouldn't contact them when she was inside the building unless it was an emergency.
So much for being an investigator. The best use of her time for the rest of the day would be to look for more discrepancies in the inventory logs. She’d worked about a half hour when Jenna came in.
“You’re here early,” her friend said with a lot of cheer.
Paris spun around. “I woke up early, so Rider drove me in.”
Jenna wiggled her brows. “How’s that going?”
After the men found those exhaust stacks last night, Paris was even more paranoid about talking while in the building. “The usual.” Paris rolled her chair up to Jenna’s desk. “Do you know when this building was built?” she asked, keeping her voice low.
Jenna glanced to the side. “Not exactly, but I’d say fifteen years ago. Why?”
“Just curious. I know you grew up here. Do you remember them building this place?”
Jenna’s brows pinched. “I left for college shortly before they started.”
Paris leaned closer. “Would you know of anyone who might have helped build this place?”
“You mean construction workers?”
“Yes or maybe engineers.”
Jenna blew out a breath. “I can’t say that I do, but I can ask Dan. Why the interest?”
Paris lifted her phone and wrote Jenna a note that said she’d tell her later. As soon as her friend read it, she nodded, and Paris deleted the message. “Any news of that friend of your cousin’s?”
“You mean the soccer player who died?”
“Yes.”
“I spoke with Mark last night. He said the police aren’t saying anything to anyone—not even to the parents who obviously deserve answers.”
“That’s such a shame.”
“I know.”
