The pen on the desk was neatly set in her penholder, one, two, three... Where was the fourth pen? There were enough pens for each hole in the penholder. There were enough files for every letter of the alphabet. The trash bin was always empty. Where was the pen? Jane stared at the pen holder, her brows furrowed, which they rarely were. Her dark hair was set in a tight bun on her head. Her skirt, ba...