For the second morning in two days, McEwan strode over the black marble floor of Malkuth Media. The receptionist recognised him from the day before.
“Good morning Detective McEwan, what can I help you with today?” she said brightly with a warm, professional smile.
“I"d like to see Mr Kether please,” he said.
The brunette receptionist looked genuinely puzzled. “I"m afraid I have no idea who Mr Kether is. I don"t think anyone of that name works here.”
“He"s the big boss man who owns the company, the building and probably half this side of the water-front. I"d like to speak with him regarding a murder.” McEwan figured he"d try steamrollering his way in to meet Kether. He just hoped he"d guessed correctly, otherwise this could be very embarrassing.
“I"m sorry sir, I don"t know who the own
