Small Town Murder by Harman Dianne

Author:Harman, Dianne [Harman, Dianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
Amazon: B07MK41C98
Goodreads: 43713385
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-02-27T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

EJ’s office was in a part of town that used to be poor, and was now ‘edgy’ and on its way ‘up.’ An old abandoned railroad track ran through the area, with most of the right-of-way being elevated on bridges.

The space under these bridges had been gradually filled in with stores – one selling health food and supplements, a vegan café, a contemporary art gallery, a baby store full of organic cotton and wooden toys. There were also a few offices tucked under one of the old railway bridges, and EJ’s was one of them.

It was painted bright red. Why am I not surprised? Kat thought.

Kat pushed open the door and stepped inside the building. She was confronted with a gleaming white reception desk sitting in the middle of a dazzling all white reception area, but no one was there. An electronic buzzing sound had gone off when she entered, though, and in response, a few moments later a young woman came out to greet her.

“Yes, hello,” she said, sounding a little distracted and annoyed.

Kat assumed her most confident and important air. “I’m here to see EJ Lewis. We spoke together at a conference.”

“Okay,” she said, then paused. “You don’t mean THE conference, do you?”

“I’m not entirely sure I know what you mean by that.”

“The one where Jay Talbot was murdered.”

Kat nodded. “Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“He’s in a meeting right now. But he should be done in like a half hour. Come on back. I’ll take you into the main office. We have a coffee machine and stuff.”

“That would be fine, thank you,” Kat said.

They went through a side door and into a large open-plan office. Again, most of the surfaces were gleaming white, including the floor, which had sparkle in the tile.

Hardly anyone was sitting at their desks. The workforce was made up of a bunch of people with an assortment of purple hair, tattoos, and piercings. There clearly wasn’t a dress code, as one young man shuffled across the office in flip flops, Bermuda shorts, and a band tee. They were all standing by a whiteboard. Marie Claire was gesticulating wildly as she spoke with passion, a whiteboard pen clenched in her hand.

“So, when you get the long silence… what do you do?” Marie Claire asked her audience rhetorically. “You go in with the objections script, blam. You say, ‘The only reason you would decline to take this service on is because either 1. You don’t believe it will work for you, or 2. You’re not sure you can justify the cost. Now, which is it?’ That’ll get them talking for sure. Then depending on the answer they give, you launch into the relevant script. Got it?”

Her little audience murmured.

“I didn’t hear you!” Marie Claire said. “Did you get it?”

“Yes!” the assembled group shouted out in unison.

“Amazing!” Marie Claire slapped the two guys in the front on the backs, then looked at everyone else. “Today is the day we totally smash this.”

Kat watched in amazement as the workers hurried back to their desks full of enthusiasm.

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