Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“The building has a secure elevator that requires a key fob,” Brandon said.
In the next photograph, the glass door was held open by Julian Mercer. He was not wearing his white lab coat, but rather a dark cashmere sweater, and his arm was extended to guide her into the lobby.
“They stayed inside for four hours,” Brandon said.
I stared at the third photo, where she was visible through the large window of the lobby vestibule. Her face was turned toward his, her lips parted as if she were in the middle of a sentence, and her left hand was resting flat against his chest.
“Did you track the banking records?” I asked.
“Vance is handling that side of it,” Brandon said, turning toward the office door as a heavy knock sounded against the wood.
Detective Frank Vance walked in, his long wool coat still damp from the light mist falling outside. He did not say hello, but instead pulled a small black ledger from his pocket and set it next to the manila folder.
