When I finally got to the address it turned out it was one of the rehabbed lofts right behind the Police Administration building. The lobby door was locked and when I buzzed apartment 12C it was my own investigator who answered and buzzed me up.
On the twelfth floor I stepped out of the elevator to find Cisco waiting in the open doorway of 12C.
“I followed her home from The Standard and waited until she was dropped off,” he explained. “Figured it’d be easier if we took her driver out of the equation.”
I nodded and looked through the open door but didn’t enter.
“Is she going to talk to us?”
“Depends on how much cash you brought. She’s a businesswoman through and through.”
“I got enough.”