The man lifted a brow.
“Oh, the homicide captain said it was bad. As in a jar full of mismatched eyeballs. That’s terrible, but that’s not going to make council cave. Like I said, I wouldn’t be surprised if Devon Slater set this up.”
Yowza.
There was no love lost there if the man was accusing the new owner of the building of harvesting all those eyeballs just to get permits passed.
That was extreme.
It was also wild that word spread fast, and by way of the homicide captain. Elizabeth wasn’t going to be happy. The media was going to hear about this at some point.
Without.
A.
Doubt.
“Surely, there’s something you can tell us about the property,” Corbin said.
Trenton wasn’t backing down.
“I can’t. If Devon wants our cooperation, my suggestion is you get the owner to comply with the agreement his father made years ago before acquiring the building. Then, we can buckle it up, and make things happen. The FBI can pass that message along.”
Alex was to the point.
“You’re alluding that we’re here under false pretenses to make your life difficult and help Devon Slater with a civil issue. I can assure you, we’re not.”
The man shrugged.
“I’m only telling you what it looks like to me, and to our council.Holladayis revitalizing, and our job is to make sure itstays the historic town it once was. That’s all I can say. Now, if this needs more conversation, then I hope that Deputy Director Elizabeth Blackhawk will head here and have a conversation with me. Captain Volvia said she is here.”
Alex doubted that was going to happen. She sent them there to do this interview, and they weren’t running to her to pass it back.
Elizabeth was busy, and this was minor for her. She was likely focused on the big picture—not the city bureaucrat who had nothing better to do with his time than cockblock permits to be petty.
Who gave a shit about the outside of a building if there were meth heads and dead bodies inside?
Priorities.
Clearly, someone had none.
Before Alex or Corbin could say anything else, or try to talk about Devon, the head of the council went there.
“The FBI won’t be damaging the outer part of the building, correct?” Trenton asked.
Was this dude insane?
Seriously?
Did he think they were going to spray in graffiti ‘the FBI was here’?
Someone was off his rocker.
“Uh, well, we all did piss on it and laugh,” Corbin admitted, sarcastically, making his partner snort, and then have to cover it with a cough.
Who wasn’t amused?
Trenton.
