He glanced down at my card before saying in a slightly more conciliatory tone, “Sorry about that. He probably didn’t see you.”
I raised a skeptical brow. “Really? You think he didn’t see eleven people standing there?”
“I’m sure it was unintentional,” he insisted brusquely, pocketing my card. His cell phone beeped and he muttered, “Excuse me.” He stared at the screen and typed something before looking up to meet my eyes.
Aware that I’d get nowhere if I remained obstinate with him, I modulated my voice. “Unintentional or not, I’m sure that you don’t need any more bad publicity.”
“More?” His sun-tanned features crinkled into a puzzled frown. “What do you mean?”
“I’m sure you’re aware of the body discovered here awhile back,” I said, pointing behind me. “I’m following up on
