Chapter Twenty-Two
I bit my lip to prevent a snark from slipping out when the slim brunette in a low-cut crimson double-breasted power suit tersely directed us to cool our jets after the Renegade Three, a title I had privately bestowed upon us—that would have been four had we not left Nicoh behind to hold down the fort at Stanton Investigations—descended upon the real estate developer’s office, which had too many names for my sleep-addled brain to process.
We’d been deposited into a conference room off the main reception area as she fetched the CEO, because I was sure Power Suit didn’t want us mingling or sharing hair tips with their clientele in the waiting room. It turned out to be fortuitous, as the conference room also housed scaled models of the firm’s current projects.
Each had it
