Chapter Twenty-Seven
Erik offered his best attempt at a charming smile to the perky redheaded woman at the reception desk. “We need to see Lance Onassis.”
No one else was in the reception area. It was a shame, given all the plush chairs waiting for use.
A holographic recording of a beautiful woman stood in the center of the room, extolling the virtues of the company’s media reporting.
They’d sent in the warrant request and flown over without contacting Lance or his employers. Surprise was useful when dealing with a suspect, and they didn’t want to ruin it. They weren’t worried about catching him, but they didn’t want to subject either themselves or any other cop to such pointless annoyance.
“Do you have an appointment?” The receptionist fluttered her eyelashes. “I’m not trying to be d
