Chapter: 15
That’s how I wound up in the office of Ronald Graid. Mr. Graid, whoever he was, had an office downtown a few blocks from the courthouse.
His office was in a basement, and you had to go into an alley and down some stairs to get there. The door was heavy and had standard gold lettering. Past it, I was greeted by a tiny simply furnished room that held only a single chair, a large plant, and a wall full of seven filing cabinets. A redhead of impossible proportions sat behind a large desk that was so clean it was clearly just as much for show as she was. The nameplate on the desk read Helen C. Collins. She looked up with blazing green eyes that seemed to glow. She radiated contempt. The look she gave me was the look I would give a cockroach.
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