Quigg leapt up, sending his chair reeling backwards on its casters.
“Relax, she’s okay,” Ray said. “Rattled, but okay.”
“She was going to spend the whole morning in the Record Office doing some kind of search. Hell, I made sure she got there myself, checked it out. The place is quiet as a friggin’ library. And Vince was gonna pick her up at lunch time. She swore she wouldn’t set foot outside the building until Vince came for her.”
“Happened right there at the Record Office. Our guy slipped into the building, followed her to the washroom, which is a little bit removed from the records area.”
Quigg swore. “Did he hurt her?”
“No, didn’t lay a hand on her, but it sounds like she hurt him. I’ll have to get the details, but I gather she stabbed him.”
Quigg’s knees went weak. “Stabbed him.”
“Uh-huh. With a ballpoint pen. At which point he fled.”
Another wave of stomach-turning fear. Quigg sagged against his desk. “She had to fight him off, hand to hand? Dammit, why didn’t she use the personal alarm?”
“I have no idea. But Quigg, buddy, this could be the break we’ve been looking for. We’ve got physical evidence. Blood.”