The man who owned this company wasn’t just rich. He wasRICH-RICH.
Ivan disappeared into the surroundings to watch and listen like Elizabeth needed. That freed her up to handle this interview.
As they approached, the woman glanced up.
“Yes?” she asked.
Elizabeth and Gene both pulled out their badges, and flashed them. They flipped from the picture to the gold FBI emblem.
“Deputy Director Blackhawk, and Special Agent Gene Cantrell. We’re here to talk to a man by the name of Devon Slater.”
The woman looked confused.
“I’m sorry, but what is this pertaining to? Mr. Slater is a very busy man.”
Elizabeth wasn’t in a bad mood, so she wasn’t going to be bitchy,UNLESSthis woman said they were shit out of luck.
Then, she was going to see‘mean’Elizabeth. While they had time, she wasn’t playing games.
That just annoyed her to no end.
“A building he owns that’s less than desirable was the scene of a killing today.”
She sighed.
“Let me guess. Was it the Market Street building?” she asked.
Elizabeth lifted a brow.
Uh, how did she know that?
“Yes.”
The woman sighed, and immediately stopped trying to cockblock her from an interview.
“I’ll get him. I’m not shocked,” she said, as she pointed. “Have a seat. I’m sure he’ll want to see you and be cooperative in helping.”
Elizabeth was curious.
Hella.
Curious.
“If he knows it’s a rundown shitshow where people are dying, why doesn’t he do something about it to stop the crazy from happening there?”
The woman just laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Then, she explained.
“The city council is a nightmare. Mr. Slater has been trying to get the permits to tear it down for a year now, since he acquired it. Only, it’s being blocked by the head of the city council at every turn.”
Well, that said something.
Hopefully, when Alex and Corbin hit that office, they got some good information for her.
