I put on a face mask before getting off the car then I ask Chaz’s bodyguard to wait for me at the factory’s parking space. I amble towards the vast open ground while my eyes dart around the employees who are either pushing cartwheels with piles of sacks or stacking the sacks on top of one another at one corner while wearing head-to-toe uniforms with gloves and masks on underneath the pitiless unclouded sun. I applaud them for not complaining regarding their situation, they are at risk of ricin inside the building and dehydration outside the building. As I keep cooling my face and my arms with wet wipes, a man in a nice three-piece suit, carrying a bag on his shoulder, walks towards me.
“Detective Lopez?” he asks while extending his hand.
I take his hand and shake it. “I am. And you are t
