Chapter Three
After Ramirez informed me that the Congressman lived in Paradise Valley, I assumed that we were going to his home. Instead, we whipped through a business park. At this hour, the lot was nearly empty but Ramirez nestled into a parking spot that was a significant distance from the entrance of one of the buildings. When I noticed it was the only area not blanketed with light, I wondered if he’d selected it because it provided him with the cover of night.
He turned off the engine. “He’s in suite C-232, on the second—”
I put up a hand. “I’m sure I can find it. You’re not coming?”
Ramirez shrugged. “Wasn’t invited.”
I squinted at him but he continued staring out the windshield.
“Just go. The Congressman’s waiting. I’ll be here to take you home once you’ve finished your chat.”
