Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

“We’re here to see Conan Michaels.”
“Is he expecting you?”
“No, we’re on an investigation. It’s an urgent matter.”
She looked uneasy and gave us a fake smile. “Well I’m sorry, Mr.
Michaels is really busy today but I may be able to squeeze you in sometime
this week.”
“I don’t give a shit if he’s in a meeting with the fucking president right
now, either you let us see him in the privacy of his own office or we’re
putting him in handcuffs and bringing him in for questioning. Your choice.”
Adam was quickly losing his legendary patience and quite frankly so was I.
“Now that you mention it, I do think it would make an amazing headline.”
I snapped my finger, casting a falsely impressed look at my partner.
“Right? I can already imagine it: ‘Former assistant of the mayor
becomes prime suspect in lead investigation.’”
“From politics to prison: a tale of treason and—”
The blond cleared her throat and interrupted me before I even finished,
looking like she was three seconds away from an aneurysm.
“Okay, okay! I’ll take you to his office right now. It’s his lunch break, I’m
sure he’ll have a couple of minutes to spare.” I didn't bother telling her it
would take much longer than a couple of minutes and just followed her
through the hallways.
The town hall was an old mansion heavily inspired by greek architecture,
with heavy white pillars, marble floors and portraits hanging on the walls. A
big white marble statue of a half naked man sat in the center of the room, and
everything was fucking immaculate. It gave the whole place an eerie vibe that
just instantly made me uneasy.