Mr. Perfect (Sinister in Savannah #2) - Aimee Nicole Walker Page 0,30
until they had found common ground that bound them: love for true crime and hatred for injustice. Rocky, Felix, and Jonah went from helping Locke and Key, Savannah’s top detectives, solve a serial-rapist-and-killer case to forming an investigative podcast together. It was a huge leap—one which was paying off in dividends Felix couldn’t have foretold.
After their server cleared their table and Rocky settled the bill, Felix said, “I thought we could test their security measures and check out their directory. You know they have one.”
The lobby of Peachtree Plaza Tower Two was immense and luxurious. Black marble flooring with veins of rose gold running through it stretched for as far as the eye could see. Felix couldn’t begin to guess how much they charged for leasing office space. There was a long, sleek black counter against one wall where seven smiling people assisted visitors. Each of them wore matching black vests, white shirts, and peach and black ties—bow or traditional. Across from the counter was a seating area that included a floor-to-ceiling water feature that was both soothing and pretty.
Felix watched as an older woman handed her ID to the man assisting her. He looked at something on the computer, then gave the ID to her and a keycard like the ones a hotel clerk provides at check-in. The woman nodded before walking to the bank of elevators, where three security guards waited to check keycards or employee badges, whichever applied. After security confirmed the person had a valid reason for getting on an elevator, they moved through a metal detector operated by three more security guards. Only then were they allowed to ascend higher into the tower.
“We’re not getting on one of those elevators without an appointment,” Rocky murmured from beside him.
“Nope,” Felix agreed. “Let’s find a directory.”
There wasn’t one in the lobby of Tower Two, and Felix realized the security team on the first floor would provide visitors with directions. Once someone arrived at the appropriate level, there would be signage and personnel to assist them. They wouldn’t just let people wander around aimlessly on those floors once they got up there.
Felix and Rocky found what they were looking for in the shopping mezzanine. The directory was tucked discreetly into an alcove near the entrance where the bathrooms and drinking fountains were located. Felix started to doubt his suspicions when he spotted The Camelot Corporation listed among the other businesses. It would cost an absolute ridiculous sum of money to rent a fake office in a building like this. Wouldn’t Peachtree Plaza require some sort of proof that a corporation was legit before renting space? Not if you knew the right people. Cameron Spencer would have endless connections to resourceful people.
Felix raked his eyes over the names of the other businesses. Nothing stood out as promising until his gaze landed on the name of a law firm. After a quick internet search, Felix learned that Moxley, Benton, and Hearst was a global law firm with offices all over the world. Based on his past research, successful money launderers utilized international lawyers to help them establish bank accounts in foreign countries where they could stash their ill-gotten gains.
“I have a plan B.” Felix turned his cell phone screen so Rocky could see what he’d discovered.
“I like it.”
“I haven’t said what it is yet.”
Rocky winked. “I still like it.”
Once back at their hotel, Felix called the number on the website. He scheduled an appointment with one of their attorneys but couldn’t get in for five weeks. The delay annoyed him but it didn’t come as a surprise. While he chatted with the receptionist, Rocky tinkered with his eyeglasses before picking up his phone.
Felix disconnected the call and entered the appointment for the meeting into his phone. He’d just hit save when he heard his voice coming from Rocky’s phone. It was a snippet of the conversation they had at lunch.
Rocky let out a whoop. “Those spyglasses worked well. Nifty little fuckers.”
Felix moved to sit on the bed beside his friend. He looked at Rocky’s phone and watched the video he’d captured.
“Let me see those,” Felix said. Rocky handed the eyeglasses to him, and Felix studied them carefully. “I don’t see the camera.”
“It’s no bigger than a pinprick,” Rocky said, pointing to the tiniest circle in the bridge of the frames. “The power button is on the right arm and the volume is on the left.”
“That’s why you kept adjusting your glasses. I just thought they were a shitty fit.” Felix