She did remember the mine here getting in trouble a few years back for some safety regulations, but she hardly expected her accountant victim to have been involved in any of that.
At best, she’d find a link to someone who might have wanted Jason dead. At worst, it was a dead end and she’d have to start prodding Jason’s family. She sighed. She almost wished she knew that line of the family better, but as the son of her father’s second cousins, they were so far removed she barely even heard gossip about Jason.
Laurel was led to the office of Jason’s boss by a secretary. The secretary knocked on a door and then pushed it open, stepping inside and gesturing Laurel to follow. “Mr. Adams, the police are here to ask you a few questions.”
“Yes. Of course.” A well-dressed middle-aged man stood from behind a desk and held out his hand. “I’d be happy to assist you in whatever way I can, miss.”
“Deputy Delaney,” Laurel said, shaking his hand in return.
The man shook her hand, looking at her quizzically. “You’re related to Jason?”
Laurel forced herself to smile. “Yes, though distantly.”
“Ah. Well, have a seat. I’d be happy to answer any questions you may have. I do have an appointment with my foreman in twenty minutes that I can’t miss.” He smiled apologetically. “Regulations and all that.”
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