<div style="text-align: justify;">Jonathan allowed himself a deep sigh. She was right, tall and handsome men always did seem to hang out with blondes. He politely opened the door for her and followed her out.<br/><br/>"So," he began as he locked the door and stuffed the key in his pocket. "Where do you work?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">Joanna took a deep breath and tried to keep in control. Freaking out would not help at all. The detective's question made the girl think for a moment. It was hard to find away of saying that without making it sound suspicious.<br/><br/>"I work wherever my employer wants me to, sir", the girl finally replied. "As his private secretary, I am basically bound to be where he is. But... if you mean who my employer is... Mr. Michael Morgan, the banker."</span><br/><br/>"Who?"<br/><br/>Jonathan really had no idea who the man was. Bankers typically did not make the papers - or at least not the ones he read - and he was honestly a bit surprised at finding out she worked for one, who seemed to be so well off. The Crack had hit some harder than others, it would seem. He threw her a sideways look and gestured vaguely up and down the street.<br/><br/>"Lead the way, Miss Allen. I'm a gumshoe, but I don't know where you live yet. And please tell me more about this Mr. Morgan. Does he do anything besides banking? As his private secretary, you must know," he continued with a smirk he could not quite stop.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">"You probably don't know him. But I thought it would be relevant in case you want to check on him", Joanna replied, at Jonathan's question. Since she had decided to trust him - the wisdom of this decision was still up for testing -, it was better to let him know everything that could be relevant.<br/><br/>Turning to the left on the sidewalk, Joanna started walking slowly. "Does he need to?", she asked in reply to the question about her employer doing anything besides banking. "I mean, he does what rich gentlemen do. Meeting with other rich gentlemen for things like golf, or shooting." The girl shrugged her shoulders, though she had blushed at the possible implications of Jonathan's words.</span><br/><br/>Blushing made her considerably prettier, although he had to admit that it probably would not take all that much for her to look prettier at the moment. A hairbrush would be a good idea.<br/><br/>"I can't imagine he's happy that his secretary stumbled out of a puddle of blood instead of a bed this morning?" Jonathan asked in a low voice, although he was almost a hundred percent sure that she had told no one besides him. "Do you know some of these people he goes golfing with?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">"I don't suppose he knows", Joanna replied, frowning a little. "I hope not, at least. I can't lose this job."<br/><br/>After this comment, the young woman nodded. "I do. It is a small group, always the same other four gentlemen. All about his age - he is probably in his late fifties - and all bankers, investors, or people from old money. You know... the few people who still have money."</span><br/><br/>"Indeed."<br/><br/>He let out a frustrated huff of air as they continued to walk. Why would any one of these people want to get rid of someone, and then blame it on the secretary of a business partner? He would have to find out more about the victim. That should prove easy enough, all he had to do was to wait for today's paper, or maybe until tomorrow. Unless someone had come by and completely removed the body, he would soon know more about the unfortunate man.<br/><br/>"Are we here?" He asked, noticing her slightly slower pace.</div>