Grounded (Out of the Box Book 4) by Robert J. Crane

Author:Robert J. Crane [Crane, Robert J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Midian Press
Published: 2015-06-03T06:00:00+00:00

27.

Sienna

As it turned out, Cordell Weldon was not a particularly tough guy to find. Which worked for me, because I wasn’t necessarily convinced I needed to see him for the purposes of this investigation. If he’d been unlisted, tough to track down, shown up with an office in another state, I probably would have given that one up. ‘Why bother?’ would have been my mantra on that one. He just funded the shelter that the homeless victims came from, after all, and had had some aspersions cast on his good name by a drug dealer. None of that was necessarily anything other than a tangential connection to the case and an indicator that Darrick disliked his stance on something or another.

But when I performed a Google search, Cordell Weldon’s name, picture and even his office address came up in about 0.000000046 seconds, and since the address ended up mapping out about one mile from where I was standing, I figured what the hell. I headed straight for him and found a nice little three-story brick office building waiting for me with the doors open.

There was muscle waiting all around, by which I mean bodyguards in suits. I’d taken a few seconds to read the profile on the way to his office, and I remembered him now. Cordell Weldon was basically a local community organizer with big ambitions. Current city council member, likely future congressman, etc, etc. He had the bona fides, and I counted on the first page of the search results no fewer than three glowing pieces that wondered if he’d be appointed to a recently vacated senate seat. He hadn’t been, to the gushing disappointment of a fourth article that blamed the oppositional politics of Georgia's current governor.

I set down in front of the red brick office building under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards. They didn’t make any sudden moves, but they were eyeing me pretty heavy. Every single one of them looked like they’d played ball somewhere, and not one of them had the physique that indicated their sport had been soccer or basketball. They were brick walls, thick with muscle from more gym visits than I’d had hot meals in my life.

“I’m here to see Cordell Weldon,” I said, opening pleasantly. “Please.” See? Best behavior.

The head mook looked me over. “Just a moment,” he said and whispered into a microphone I hadn’t even seen at first. “Mr. Weldon will see you now,” the guy said after a moment’s pause, and opened the door. “Third floor.”

“Of course,” I said and wandered in to find myself in a stairwell. This didn’t look like a traditional office building. Had I accidentally wandered into the back entrance? I guess I hadn’t paid attention.

I saved some time by flying up the stairs and found a young lady holding a door open for me at the top. I floated through and shot her a tight smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re, uh … welcome,” she said, her eyes wide as I made my way through. She scrambled to the next door, and while she did, I looked around.

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