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navy skirt and blouse a peaceful contrast to Jordan's bright colors. Then her unruffled middle-age personality was hugely calming beside Jordan's youthful bubbliness.
     
    "You know…" Jordan said helpfully. "What if people murder other people and leave no trace? It would be easy to make a murder look like an accident or heart attack."
     
    "It would not be easy to do that," Rose said as she brought a stack of folders to Shay's desk. "In fact, I'd imagine a certain amount of skill would be required to dupe the police and medical profession."
     
    With a tinkling headshake, Jordan said, "It happens all the time."
     
    "I don't even want to know how you know that." Shay shook her head.
     
    Jordan laughed. "TV, of course. There are awesome crime shows these days. And even more awesome websites. They show everything."
     
    Rose groaned and disappeared into the outer office.
     
    "And that's so helpful for the budding criminal element, I'm sure," Shay said. "Bring me the Westside Dental file will you? I want to make sure that the situation is monitored carefully before the payment is sent."
     
    "Sure." Jordan bustled off. Her energy bustled about in a smart, attentive manner, just like her personality. Shay shook her head. She'd done her research before hiring Jordan, and there hadn’t been any surprises in the last year. She was hard working, honest and reliable. Friendly puppy material, with dynamite organization skills. Those qualities alone, made her valuable. Jordan’s energy was always alert and sharp as she went through her day, assessing what needed to be done and deciding when to do it.
     
    If Shay could, she'd hire another dozen like her. Because she’d proven to be so competent, Shay had given Jordan more and more responsibility, and so far her assistant handled it well.
     
    Workers like Jordan were hard to find.
     
    Projects to fund, were not. Unfortunately.
     
    There was never enough money to help everyone, so Shay focused on helping as many children and animals as she could through her foundation. She hated to turn down good causes, but she did when they were run by rotten people. Her psychic skills allowed her to read people's energy to see that much. The good-hearted but totally inept. The liars and the cons. And those with the know-how, plus the skills, to do what needed to be done.
     
    But this death didn't ring her ‘happy trigger.’ That had nothing to do with her own compassion and caring, but because she knew people and what they were capable of doing to each other – and that made her naturally suspicious.
     
    There was a lot of money at stake. The Lassiter Foundation – and by extension, Shay – controlled millions of dollars. It was up to her to make sure the funds were used properly. She left energy markers with each application she personally approved, and then once a month, she went through and checked out how the money was used.
     
    It took time. The more applications, the more time was required. Occasionally, the news hadn't been good. She'd used a private investigator several times and had a couple of detectives on speed dial to prove what she could sense energetically. She ensured the system worked.
     
    This case raised all kinds of alarms. But apparently this man had died at home. Was this significant?
     
    Time to hit redial and find out.
     
    Just as she pulled out her cell phone, Jordan raced back in. Her wide-eyed look had Shay stalling on the call. "What's the matter?"
     
    "There's a man here to see you. His name is Roman Chandler." She gave an appreciative motion with her hands. "He says he has an appointment, but I don't have him in the books. He also said to ask you."
     
    Shay sighed. "He doesn't have an appointment. But he's the kind that thinks he doesn't need one. Send him in; he knows you're talking to me."
     
    Jordan's expressive face flushed bright red. "Oh. Sorry, I never thought of that."
     
    "It doesn't matter. I spoke with him last night."
     
    A big smirk