RICHARD
James steps out of the elevator looking...
What?
Harassed?
Worried?
"James?"
He looks to me then jerks his head towards his office. I follow him in. Silently, he offers me a small, padded envelope, still sealed. "This was waiting for me down in the lobby. Special delivery."
"A packet?"
"Look at the addressee."
I look, extract spectacles from my top pocket and look again.
And the hair rises on the back of my neck.
Michelle Kimberley, c/o James Alexanders.
"Klempner?"
"Who else could it be? Conners wouldn't know where to find her. Michelle's brothers would probably send it to her direct. So, who else?"
"James, before anyone opens that envelope, could it be a letter-bomb?"
He blows out air, rubs his forehead. "I wouldn't have thought that was Klempner's style... If he wanted her, he come after her himself..." He paces the room. "And why would he send it through me?"
"You parted... amicably... from Klempner? After the shooting?"