12 Jen and Sean Investigate

The woman’s brown eyes narrowed. Guess she didn’t think a cop was too great a catch after all.

“We need to see the owner,” Jen interceded. The blonde looked at her, surprise written on her face.

“He’s not here,” she said as if they should have known that. Was the standing order that the owner wasn’t in the building if cops came to call?

“The manager?” Sean asked, his expression soft. Did he use that to get women into bed? That patronizing looked would never work with her.

“Uh, let me double check.”

Snatching the receiver off the wall, she pressed three numbers. Jen surveyed the black wallpapered lobby. The room reminded her of the gentleman’s club she’d once seen in New Orleans, baroque and attempting to be sophisticated.

“This way.”

Sean indicated for Jen to go first. She followed the black mini-skirted woman down some steps. The blond opened a door and music blasted out as if finally allowed to escape. AC/DC was not Jen’s style most days, let alone before lunch.