(Nathaniel)
I stared at the phone. My father's office had remained mostly untouched since his death, and nobody had a reason to answer calls there. Staff entered when something needed to be cleaned or collected. That didn't explain who had been inside when Martin called.
"Can you see who entered the office?"
"I'm checking."
"Get the security records from the executive floor."
Daniel said he would. I also wanted the access records for my father's office because employees needed their cards to enter that part of the building. If someone had gone inside, there should be a record.
"Unless they used another person's card."
"That's possible."
Amelia was listening beside me. She looked toward my mother, who seemed more disturbed by the call than anything else we'd learned. I ended the con
