CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Harrison rushed inside the Town Hall, taking two steps at a time. He had been summoned by Mayor Thomas for a private meeting, and ‘Mrs. Beach’ had been code for ‘get your a*s here now.’
The Town Hall was an old red brick building. It had stood for nearly two hundred years. The doors and windows were painted with gloss white, and the floor was made from polished wood. Inside it had high white walls that displayed paintings of previous people of importance hung in golden frames. The lobby was large and square, with corridors sprouting from four corners. Along the right-hand wall was a red-carpeted staircase that curved its way upwards. And at the center of the lobby floor was a tall thin woman who stood behind a carved wooden reception desk.
The woman was dressed in a
