CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
The company Mark Fairchild worked for was called Edgebrook Financial. As Chloe expected, the building was mostly dark when she and Rhodes walked through the front doors and into the lobby at 9:35. The only person in the lobby was a bored-looking security guard sitting behind the front desk. When he saw Chloe and Rhodes enter, he stood up and offered a smile.
“Can I help you ladies?” he asked.
They both pulled their IDs at the same times and it was Rhodes who ran through the introductions. “Rhodes and Fine, FBI,” she said. “We’re doing some follow-up work on a case that involves an employee of Edgebrook. We’re coordinating with local PD if you have any questions.”
The guard looked at the badges and nodded his approval. “What floor?” he asked.
It was information they
