INT. - PETZ FLAGSHIP STORE - MORNING

A half an hour later, she stood behind the counter at the flagship Petz chain store, silver pen poised over her notepad as Steven Stranford sank against the wall behind him and shook his head, face pale, eyes tight. She found it odd Harold kept his office in one of his stores, her estimation of the man rising with the unofficious and casual way his staff acted, despite their sniffling when they looked her way.

Seemed Harold was ...