Making love with a beautiful girl with long hair and sexy red shirt He’s out cold.”
“And the recordings?”
“There won’t be any footage of you,” he said. “The kid in the surveillance room’s probably going to lose his job,” the officer said, mesmerized by the lifeless body. Estes?” Amber asked, finishing packing up as she stared at him. She could dispose of the evidence once she was out of the city. Especially considering every other building in the immediate area was constructed in the mid-century modern design typical for this area—no doubt the vanity project of a mayor or other local politician hoping to make a name for themselves. As she ascended the stairs, Amber approached the front door just as a police officer emerged and held the door open. Your name is Phillip Castor, correct?”
The man eyed the seat warily but didn’t move. A few wet wipes later, Amber Bell looked like a completely professional woman who had not just committed either first or second-degree murder. We’ll make sure he’s well compensated as well. “Ah,” Amber said. “I’m good.”
“Nonsense,” Amber said. “You’re not asking for much.”
“It’s the payment Brantwood requires for their… generous offer,” Amber said. “Ah… very good,” Amber said with a curt nod, turning her attention to packing without appearing to be in any hurry. “What does that have to do with the elevators being slow?”
“At the time, in the state of Colorado, there was a local ordinance that required slow elevator speeds in hospitals due to health issues.
