Garrett
He walked right into the Blackwell’s estate home, along with his unit and Laurie. He was here to make a proper statement. Laurel was waiting for them after they’d been let in, and greeted them with a curt nod “Mr Owens.” Though she looked uncomfortable with him in her home, her tone was respectful.
“Mrs Blackwell. Please lead the way.” he motioned for her to walk. There was no need for polite chit-chat, straight to business was his goal here this afternoon. It was a nice house, he noted, he’d never been inside it before, and he did note a few of the walls were bare, though he could see picture hooks. Likely had paintings that would normally hang there but had been sold off to help pay their debts.
They were led down a hallway to what he thought was their formal dining room. Greg
