"I wish I could be more helpful, Jason," Adler replied. "Let's play golf sometime. I'd like to catch up."
"Sounds good."
Matt simply gave Graham Adler a nod before following Jason and Lindsay out of the office. He'd dealt with enough CEOs to know when to keep his mouth shut. Graham Adler already had his back up, especially since he'd mentioned Landon Kenton.
Lindsay led them to an open area filled with cubicles and smaller offices. "Sabrina worked here," she said, stopping at a neat desk near the windows.
Her workspace was immaculate, only a coffee mug proclaiming a distaste for Mondays sitting next to a dark computer. "Our HR department secured her workspace this morning, as is standard procedure," Lindsay said. "All company-related items were boxed up and packed away. The only personal item was that mug. I don't think she ever drank out of it. She always brought a thermos from home."
"Are you sure Sabrina never mentioned the name of the guy who was bothering her?" he asked, now that they were not under Graham's watchful gaze.
"She didn't, I'm sorry."
"And there wasn't something she was working on that bothered her?" he pressed. "Was a client unhappy with her work?"
"She didn't have contact with clients. Her role was completely internal, as Mr. Adler mentioned," Lindsay replied.
"Is Henry Adler here?" he asked. "We'd like to talk to him as well."
"He's at lunch." Lindsay opened the top drawer of Sabrina's desk and pulled out an empty notepad and a pen. She jotted down three names and handed him the paper. "These people were the closest to Sabrina. I think they're all in a meeting right now, but you could call them later."
Jason took the list. "Thanks. I'll follow up with them."
As they left the cubicle, a young, handsome man in his mid to late twenties came toward them. He had dark hair and eyes and bore a striking resemblance to Graham.
"Jason Colter?" the man asked. "My father said you were here. You probably don't remember me. I'm his son, Henry."
"You've grown about a foot since I last saw you," Jason said, as they shook hands. "Your father says your golf game is impressive."
"I doubt he said that," Henry returned with a smile, before giving him a curious look. "I'm Henry Adler."
"Agent Lawson," he said, shaking Henry's hand.
Henry nodded, his expression turning somber. "We're stunned by the terrible news about Sabrina."
"Did you know her well?" he asked.
"Not well, but we got hired around the same time, so we've worked on projects together."
"Did you know her when you were at Westbridge? You both went to the law school there, right?"
"We did, but she had already graduated from law school before I got in. She worked at another firm before coming here."
"Do you know if she had any problems in her life that could have led to what happened to her?" he asked.
"I heard something about a bad date, but I don't know details," Henry replied. "I hope you find whoever did this to her. She was not only smart but also very caring. She'll be missed. Anyway, I need to run. Hope we can get on a golf course again sometime, Jason."
"I would like that," Jason replied.
"I'll show you out," Lindsay said, escorting them back to the reception area.
As soon as they left the suite, he said, "That dating app story sounded like a deliberate attempt to send us in another direction."
"I agree, but I'll check it out. Graham tensed up when you asked about the kid who died at Westbridge. That was interesting."
"Also interesting that Henry was in the same fraternity. So, you belong to the same country club as these guys?"
"I inherited my father's membership," Jason said dryly. "It's not my scene, but I've kept it because sometimes it gives me entrée into a circle of people that would be difficult to get to otherwise. Speaking of which, there's an event on Sunday. It might be an excellent opportunity to talk to Henry, Graham, and probably a lot of other Westbridge grads in a more casual setting."
