“Excuse me, Detective Adams!” The female security guard chased Alexis down the hall of Copeland Enterprises the following day. “Detective Adams!”
Alexis stomped past employees and ended up at the conference room.
“Stop!” The guard jumped in front of her. “You can’t go into a Copeland board meeting. This is private—”
“The hell I can’t.” Alexis shoved her out of the way and went in. “Well hello, everybody.” She held up her badge.
Kevin jumped up. “Lexi—”
The men and women sitting around the table gasped and held their chests. All except Grant Copeland who wore his usual sly smirk at the head of the table.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Alexis walked around, with her hand on her g*n.
“Grant,” a woman shrieked. “What is the meaning of this?”
“Relax.” He leaned back in his chair and put his hand
