“I do love Salisbury steak day,” he commented enthusiastically as he cut into the mystery meat on his plate. Jenna glanced down at her tray, which bore the same meal Dr. Etkin’s did. However, she didn’t see the lumpy, gravy-covered mess quite the same way he did. She wouldn’t have known what it was at all if he hadn’t just identified it for her. Still, better to be casual, so she cut a piece and gingerly bit it off the tip of her fork. All in all, it wasn’t as bad as it looked. “I’m sorry I couldn’t talk in my office, but I was famished. Now tell me again what information it was you were looking for,” he said, still chewing a mouthful of green beans. Jenna swallowed and wiped her mouth. “No problem. I do need to ask that you keep our conversation to yourself to preserve the integrity of the investigation . . .” He waved her off. “Of course, of course.”
