“Gentlemen,” a woman came up to Cedric and Jim. “Thank you for waiting. I’m Susan Thorneburg. Please follow me.”
Jim was on his feet before she said her name, a large smile on his face. She was an attractive woman by his standards and he hoped he was her type too. Cedric stood and followed them down a corridor to a private office.
During the tour, he could feel the confines of the walls closing in on him. The Clinic did not have an open space design and if he had claustrophobia these halls would be a problem.
She gestured to a couple of chairs before sitting behind her desk. “Now, what can I help you with?”
“We’re here about some missing persons,” Cedric said.
“Authority?” Susan asked. Cedric and Jim showed her their badges. She examined each of them before handing them back.
“That was some tour,” Jim said, trying to make light talk. “I learned quite a bit. You must be really suited for your position.”
“You complained that it was too long,” Cedric said. Jim shot him a glare.
“I think they could have shortened it a little.”
“You know, you didn’t have to go through the tour. You could have just asked to see someone.” Susan said.
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