Chapter 36
As I emptied his pockets, I glanced idly at a newsletter that had been in the inner pocket of his jacket. It had been folded open, and the three pictures on the page caught my eye. They had obviously been taken at the office Christmas party.
One was of a woman who looked like a young Ingrid Bergman. Wills’s secretary? She stood with a microphone in her hand, and the caption read, “Arianne DiNois entertaining us with her rendition of ‘Santa Baby.’”
The second was of a good-looking man exiting a closet. Because the pictures were in black and white, I couldn’t tell what color his hair was, but he seemed to have very light eyes. He was holding what looked like a sprig of mistletoe between his fingers, his hair was mussed, and there was a smug, satisfied grin on his face. “Who was Dev Howard kissing in the supply closet?”