Bass drove until he came to City Properties. He noted the address and took the first available parking space. After he stepped out of the car, he slipped on his suit jacket. He could feel the heat of the city rising up from the sidewalk as he walked to the office entrance.
It was a two-story brick building which had been refurbished with dark tinted windows. The company’s name had been painted across a second-floor window in white letters: “City Properties, Inc.” The ground level entrance had similar lettering on the door’s window. But once he entered, he saw a set of stairs that led up to the main office on the second floor. A receptionist greeted him with an upbeat, “Good morning.”
Bass showed his identification and asked to speak to the owner.
“That would be Mr. Sandover,” she said,
