“I don’t see how this is funny, Gentlemen. That building is part of our history, and deserves to be respected.”
Corbin just gave his partner a look.
Alex jumped in.
“What can you tell us about Devon Slater?”
He actually laughed.
“He’s a rich, self-entitled man who thinks he can repeatedly bully us with his attorney to get those permits. This is his karma for being obnoxious. The universe is clearly punishing him. I hope his name and picture are in the paper over this, and it gives him a bad rap.”
Well, that sounded all kinds of angry.
And off.
“That’s harsh.”
The man shrugged.
“I’ve been dealing with him for a year. It’s getting old,” Trenton said. “I think I’d like to talk to the deputy director personally regarding this. Give me her number.”
Now, it was Alex’s turn.
That wasn’t happening.
Not on his watch.
They didn’t just hand out Elizabeth’s information, and for good reason.
Ivan would kill them.
“Yeah, no, Sir. She’s a very busy woman. You’re not going to get the resolution you think you are by talking to her. The FBI hasn’t damaged the building, and we’re working hard to make sure we get a resolution.”
He didn’t look happy.
Corbin helped.
“We only saw yellow police tape. It comes off,” he said, sarcastically. “Just add a little water and scrub.”
The man stared at them.
“This isn’t funny.”
Corbin was aware, but someone was going nutters over a ridiculous building.
“We’re not mocking the situation,” he said. “We’re mocking your response to it. You’re more concerned about the building than the homeless man who died there, or the situation with the eyeballs.”
He shrugged.
“People die.”
Well, that was cold.
Alex stood up and pulled a card from behind his badge. When he placed it on the table, he knew they weren’t going to get anywhere with this guy.
He was being ridiculous.
All he wanted to do was bitch to Elizabeth. That wasn’t going to happen.
