HATFIELD UNITED STATES COURTHOUSE December 31 Unable to sleep after watching Fairview’s interview, Allison had gone to work ninety minutes early. Just as she was putting her key into the lock, the phone began to ring inside her office. She quickly unlocked the door and lunged for the receiver, catching it right before the call went to voice mail. “Allison Pierce.” “It’s Greg.” Greg worked down the hall from Allison. The connection was bad, and she had to strain to hear him. “I forgot my security card. Come down and let me in.” Before Allison could say anything, she heard a click. He had hung up. With a sigh, she dropped her purse and coat on her chair and then started for the elevator. When the doors opened, she got on and pressed the button for the ground floor. But something about the request nagged at her. Greg was nearing retirement, quiet, polite, and very responsible. He and Allison seldom talked unless they happened to be standing in front of the office coffeepot together.
