David seemed to relax, continuing with his coffee: "He's my subordinate. We communicate a lot at work. He's a good guy."

After he left for work, I sat alone, turning his words over and over in my mind.

Just a subordinate. Lots of communication. Good guy.

Could it really be that simple?

As if to confirm my suspicions, my phone rang.

When I answered, that deep, pleasant voice on the other end made my blood run cold: "Would you ...