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Zach Swearingen’s office was located in the Corporate Century Office Park on Shea Boulevard, just east of Scottsdale Road.
Conor was right. It was a long shot. Lawyers weren’t chatty about their clients except in the courtroom. But I had a few ideas of how to loosen this one’s lips. First, I had to get past his secretary. After canvassing Morton’s neighbors, I looked like a wreck and smelled even worse. It was time to get creative. I parked the Gray Ghost in the office park parking lot, grabbed my purse from the glove box, and got to work.
Moments later, Conor knocked on my window. “Oy! Jinxie! We goin’ in or what?”
I rolled down the tinted window, and he gasped.
“Jesus b****y Christ! What happened? Ya look like you’ve been battered.”
I smiled. “That’s the idea.” I’d used a combin
