Chapter Twelve
Erik, Jia, and four uniformed officers exited the elevator and headed to the reception desk in front of a hallway sealed by a large locked door.
The receptionist ignored them for a moment as she tapped on headshots in the data window in front of her. Different-colored borders appeared around her selections.
Jia cleared her throat loudly and patted the badge on her jacket. “Excuse us. This is official police business.”
The receptionist stared at Jia, her lips pressed into a tight line. She sighed, an annoyed look on her face. “I thought we had something worked out where you’d only arrest people at their homes.”
“I don’t know anything about that.” Jia frowned. “That’s not my policy.”
“Who is this concerning, Detective?”
“We need to talk to Leonard Carl,” Jia barked. “No
