Chapter Thirty-FourThe sun had not quite reached its zenith the next day when Trevor and Sergeant Phillips parked behind Monarch Products. They climbed out of the vehicle and made their way into the building, their footsteps crunching on the gravel. A flock of crows squawked at each other in the surrounding trees.
Once inside the lobby, Trevor held up his identity card, and the receptionist smiled. “Good morning, Detective Inspector. How are you this morning?”
“Well, thank you. I wonder if I might have a word with Desmond Saunders. I realize I’m interrupting his work, but he may have some information for us.”
“Of course. I’ll ring him straight away.”
While she made the call, Trevor and Phillips wandered across the lobby to the three-foot-square portrait of a balding man seated at a lar
