She knew what Adam had done probably wasn’t illegal per se, but it was sneaky and unfair and mean-spirited. And she would find something eventually, some kind of evidence that would expose him as the sleazy businessman she knew he was. Only then would she fulfill the promise she’d made at her grandmother’s deathbed, finally put her memories to rest and go on with her life.

By the end of the day, Trish was no closer to finding anything she might use against Adam Duke than she had been that morning. She turned off her computer and grabbed her purse, then knocked on Adam’s office door. When he called out, she poked her head inside. “If there’s nothing else you need, I’ll be leaving for the day.”

“Dammit,” he muttered.

With some alarm, she checked her watch. It was almost six o’clock. “My usual hours are nine to five-thirty but I’ll be glad to stay later if you need me.”

“What?” Adam looked up and frowned as if just noticing her. “Oh. Sorry. You’re leaving? That’s fine. Have a good evening.”

“What’s wrong?”

He paged through the file, his mouth set in a grim line. “Something’s missing from this file.”

Trish’s eyes widened. “I-I put everything on your desk.”

“I’m sure you did.” He thumbed through both stacks of papers clipped into the file. “But there’s a lease amendment missing. It’s got to be somewhere in the files, or maybe it’s around Cheryl’s-er-your desk.”

“I’ll check.” In a panic, she rushed back to her area and rifled through the desk drawers. Had she subconsciously sabotaged a file? Of course she hadn’t. She stopped and took a deep breath. Tried to relax. Then she carefully checked the file drawer, nearest to the place she’d first found the Mansfield documents.

“I think I found it,” she said, walking back into Adam’s office.

He jumped up from his desk and met her halfway. “Where was it?” he demanded.