CHAPTER 47
One of Nick Dimitropoulos's many annoying qualities was his penchant for punctuality. Normally, I'd have no problem getting to his office in fifteen minutes no matter where I happened to be in Hollywood, but I took the time to change into a more professional outfit. Also, how did he know I was even in Hollywood when I called? I knew I'd be late and that I'd catch hell for it.
Like all the State Attorney's offices in Broward County, Nick's office was inside the courthouse. Although everyone entering the building had to pass through a metal detector and have their bags searched, the State Attorney's office had an extra layer of security. You couldn't go in unless they buzzed you in. Considering they put people in jail for a living, it was understandable.
Thirty minutes after ou
