CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Trev got off his third straight phone call, frustrated with the lack of action. Jonas’ office was locked and the man was nowhere around. Nor was his car. As part of a shared building there was a PA who flatly refused to help him.
“I told you before, he’s one of my employers and he didn’t say where he was going.” She crossed her arms and glared at Trev. “You’ll need a warrant before I unlock that door.”
He’d asked for one.
“Who was that last call from?” Bryce had tried charming the PA into unlocking the door and she’d turned her back. “Sounded like it was about the mayor.”
“Yeah. Harpreet. Another trader admitted paying Jonas cash to stay open. That’s the third we’ve found so far. Reckon he’s going off the rails.”
“Any idea where he is?”
“I sent Koby to his house.” Tr
