Sterile, Dean thought as he and Sonia entered Jones’s suite of offices in the Senator Hotel Office Building.There was no receptionist in the small waiting area, but a secretary leaned through the doorway and asked, “May I help you?”Dean showed his badge. “Craig Gleason, please.”If the secretary was flustered, she didn’t show it. “Would you like to wait for him in the conference room? He’s on a call.”“Thank you,” Dean said.They walked through the common area to the glass-walled conference room on the far side. There were two small offices with closed doors and a larger office in the opposite corner with open double doors. Jones’s spread, no doubt. Odd, considering his schedule showed he was rarely in the office. Three other desks, including the secretary’s, filled the common area.“Coffee? Water?”“No thanks,” Sonia said impatiently.When the secretary left, Dean leaned over and whispered in Sonia’s ear, “Not many employees. A company with the revenue he has?”“Is that suspicious?”
