Jillian had her head buried in a distribution report when Ned stepped into her office doorway. A tall man with a fit frame, her boss wore tailored black slacks and a white dress shirt sans tie. Ned wasn’t big on ties. Plus, this was mainly a warehouse so suits and ties weren’t required. The management staff was expected to dress appropriately, though. No jeans. Not that she could ever picture Ned in jeans anyway. They’d never discussed his age, but Jillian pegged him for mid-forties. He had that whole salt-and-pepper distinguished look going on. Everything about him telegraphed dependable, buttoned-up and good-natured. “Good morning,” he said. “You’re in early.” “I came in at seven. If it’s not a problem, I need to take some personal time today.” “Everything okay?” “Yes. Well, it will be. I had a break-in at my house Saturday night.” Ned’s eyebrows shot up.
