The security officer behind the reception desk looked up when Jessie stepped up to the counter. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'd like to speak to whoever is in charge." The words were no sooner out of her mouth than a short, stout man, neatly dressed in business attire, appeared.
"I'm Stephen Hudson," he said, extending his hand. "The building manager."
"I'm Sergeant Jessie Kensington." She handed him her business card.
"Let's talk in my office."
Jessie followed behind into the expansive room. On one side, there were several security monitors of hallways, utility closets and stairwells, a metal desk, and a coffee center. The other half of the room housed a young woman who sat behind her desk, cleaning her wire-rimmed glasses.
"This is my secretary, Lynn Bennett, Stephen said, then gestured toward Jessie, "this is Sergeant Kensington."