Hadley who sat opposite her must have suffered another heart attack, but as she drew nearer, a hush fell over the crowd as all eyes turned toward her. She slowed her steps, some basic instinct telling her she should turn and run. Two gentlemen wearing coats with “police” in bright yellow letters on their backs sat in her space, both wearing latex gloves. The dark-haired one was busy emptying her drawers, and the bald one placed her keyboard into a large plastic sack. “What’s going on here?” she asked, a silent foreboding seeping into each cell of her body. Julie and Mary from IT wouldn’t meet her gaze. Even Susannah from the first floor had found her way upstairs to watch the commotion. The dark-haired man looked at her and stood, his lanky frame towering over her by several inches. “Nicole Camden?” She glanced at her fellow co-workers for a clue as to what was going on. She turned back to the man. “Yes?” He stepped toward her, his height and demeanor imposing. “You’re wanted for questioning. It’s serious, and believe me, it will be easier if you come with us now…rather than later.”
