He was kind of a small guy himself, but since he was stuck in the TV room the night of the event, he probably wasn’t the mystery killer. Jane noted his slight build and dark hair. Surely, if it had been Del in the video, Beth would have recognized him. But…what if? She smiled, a nervous flutter dancing in her stomach. What if he had slipped out of his office and stabbed Michelle? Del held the door of the elevator and motioned for Jane to get in. She didn’t know where the stairs were…and she wasn’t sure that a dark, far-off staircase with a potential killer was a better idea than the elevator. “Get in.” Del’s voice was quiet but rough. He frowned. “Uh…” Jane looked over her shoulder. Maybe she could get Beth to change her mind. “Get. In.” Del had something that might have been a Taser strapped to his Batman-like security-guy utility belt. Beth may have sent her boyfriend to calm Jane’s nerves, but it hadn’t worked. Del let the elevator doors shut. “Stairs it is, then.”
