I asked Brick, opening the refrigerator and helping myself. I passed a water to Fab and picked through the snack bowl before making myself comfortable in one of his oversized leather chairs.Brick had glared when I started picking through the candy and cookies, snagging my favorites. He got surly when I pointed out that they were made to eat, not save, and he should be more gracious to valuable contractors.Bitsy’s chair in the showroom had been empty again. The frowning receptionist wasn’t on guard duty when we filed in and up the stairs to Brick’s office. I’d looked over the counter as we passed to see if she was hiding there. If she was, I’d have snapped pictures to torment her with later.“This is the second time we’ve missed seeing her.” I stuck out my lower lip. “Sadly, she hasn’t been hanging out at her desk. She didn’t screw someone—again—and have to disappear?”Fab laughed. “I can get you a good rate on a funeral if Bitsy turns up dead.”“Bitsy’s on vacation,”
