Once inside, she noticed most of the other rented spaces were empty, as everyone was either at Mrs. Sloan’s house or out to lunch. A moment of doubt crept over her as she stood outside the office door, yellow police tape blocking the entrance. If she stepped over the threshold, she’d be headed in a direction where there was no turning back. But she’d already decided the path to truth and justice would not always be an easy one. Or sin free. The door was ajar, which meant she wouldn’t exactly be breaking and entering—just entering. She glanced around but still didn’t see anyone, so she plunged ahead and refused to look back. The police had already gone over this room with a fine-tooth comb, so she reasoned whatever evidence they were looking for, they’d probably already found. But she couldn’t get those politicians’ words out of her mind. They’d said the senator had organized a secret meeting, using his connections at some undisclosed location. And if he’d “smelled”
