LANCE DIXON
Knock. Knock.
I heard footsteps coming my way. I fixed myself and made sure I looked formal.
I saw Clint Laurent with a surprise look on his face. "Mr. Dixon? The genius investigator?"
I cleared my throat. "I'm not a genius investigator, Mr. Laurent…"
He smiled. "Of course, you are. This is a surprise. What can I do for you? Please, come inside."
I decided to give him a surprise visit to one of his businesses. And I know, that way, he has no choice but to entertain me.
I was scanning every detail of his business when he looked back at me. "Please have a seat, Mr. Dixon. What do you want? Coffee? Juice? Tea?"
"Coldwater will do, Mr. Laurent. Thank you,"
He nodded and sneaked inside the pantry. I heard the splash of water.
Seconds later, he was in front of me. He smile
