Page 12 of Out of the Shadows
“I had nothing to do with it! Why would I want to hurt Laura?” She paused. “I’m sure the valet at Mastro’s will remember us. We were in a Mercedes Roadster, and the valet commented on it. It’s a beautiful vehicle.”
Margo would follow up, mostly because she wanted to know who Brittney was dating and if she should warn him about her boyfriend who was currently in prison.
“See, that wasn’t hard,” she said.
Brittney opened her door and stepped inside. “I don’t want to see you again.”
“Keep your nose clean and you won’t.”
Brittney shut the door in her face. Margo smirked. She did enjoy getting under her skin.
Margo didn’t have information from Jack yet, so she drove to Logan’s office in the Scottsdale Quarter, fifteen minutes down the mountain from his former residence.
There was plenty of street parking because it was only nine. Most businesses wouldn’t open until ten, restaurants at eleven, leaving just the Apple Store and a coffee shop operating. She took the elevator up to the third floor where Logan kept a small suite of offices. Part of the ownership group for the Quarter, he used the space to oversee his various ventures. Margo didn’t fully grasp what Logan did—he’d explained once that he funded promising ideas—but that hardly explained the resort, properties, and multiple businesses he owned, all stemming from a single software program he created at twenty.
Logan’s team was small: a financial advisor Margo had never met, and Veronica, an assistant she’d only spoken to by phone. The office layout was open with a central hub, Logan’s large office overlooking the Quarter, and three bright street-facing offices. From one of them, a tall, impeccably dressed woman with black hair and striking blue eyes rose from her desk. She looked between forty and fifty and wore no jewelry except a massive diamond on her left ring finger. “Hello, do you have an appointment?” she asked.
“I’m Margo Angelhart. Logan said he’d be here?”
She smiled warmly and visibly relaxed. “Margo, so good to meet you in person. I’m Veronica Van Owen, Logan’s admin. He told me to wake him when you got here, but he’s only been sleeping for an hour.”
“Give him a couple more minutes. In fact, you might be able to answer most of my questions.”
“Absolutely.” She motioned for Margo to follow her to her office, then shut the door. “Can I get you anything?”
“I’m good.” Margo pulled out her phone and brought up the Notepad app. “I assume you’re aware of what’s been going on with Laura?”
“Yes. Logan called me early this morning, asked me to come in to help Laura secure her financial and personal information, contact the insurance company, and hire someone to install an alarm system.”
“How long have you been with Logan?”
“Since he set up his office here in Scottsdale—nine years ago now. Bob—Bob Greyson, his CFO—and I started the same week.”
“No disgruntled employees?”
She laughed lightly. “No. There have been no other employees to be disgruntled.”
“What about at the resort? Do you work on that project?”
“On the periphery, since I keep Logan’s schedule. I know the firm we hired to manage the renovations.”
“Any problems there? Anyone upset about changes or job losses?”
“Not to my knowledge. You’ll want to talk to Annette DuBois, the resort manager. She was his first hire. She’s competent and has her finger on the pulse of the business.”
“I’ll do that.” Margo made note of the name. “Charlie Barrett. You know him?”
“Yes.”
“Laura couldn’t reach him last night, and he hasn’t returned her call. I’m trying to track him down.”
She turned and typed on her computer, then wrote on a slip of paper. “His address, the code to the building, and his supervisor.”
“Do you have a key too?” she said, half joking.
“It’s the building code, plus the last four digits of Logan’s cell phone.”
Margo mentally ran through Logan’s properties. “Charlie lives in the condo Logan owns in Old Town Scottsdale?”
