Assassins of the Nation

2

I buttoned up my shirt in the mirror, and straightened my belt out. I took a deep sigh, and ran my fingers through my hair. I was still so nervous. I texted Lindsay to make sure she was on her way to pick me up. I sent the text, then a couple minutes later i heard a car horn. I grabbed my badge, and my briefcase. I walked outside, and stepped into her car. The ride to the office was very short. I didn't live to far away from Oliver Alexanders office. When we got there i looked up at the building. Lindsay parked the car and looked up to.

"Damn. Whats this dude trying to do? High five God and his angels?" Lindsay said. I chuckled, and shook my head. I stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath of the October air. The setting was very wealthy, men in expensive, customized suits, people pulling up in Mercedes. When I looked at Lindsay, who was putting coins into the parking meter, I looked at the cars. Noticing an Audi to her left, and a BMW to her right, and then smack in the middle was Lindsay's red Toyota Corolla.

We walked through the revolving doors, the marble floors, telephones ringing, papers shuffling, rolling chairs sliding over the floor, people discussing stocks, arguing over other business. It was a true madhouse.

I guess someone finally realized Lindsay and I where standing there for five minutes like deers in headlights, and walked over to us. She flipped her blonde hair, and walked over to use, gripping her computer firmly.

"Hello, are you two here for the interview with Mr. Oliver Alexander?" She asked. I was still stunned by all the noise and action in the building. Lindsay stepped on my foot with her heel, and looked at me.

"Oh, uh, yes, we are here to interview Mr. Alexander about the homicide that happened behind the building two weeks ago" I said. The blonde nodded her head and held out one of her hands.

"I'm Farrah Dawson, I am Oliver's personal assistant, he told me you two were coming, follow me to his office" Farrah said. We smiled, and followed her. After the longest elevator ride of my life, we finally got to the floor where Oliver Alexander's office was. The hall was quite, and long. But at the end, was a big oak door, that had a golden plate on it, incrusted in it was Oliver Alexander, CEO. I took a deep breath and followed Farrah down.

We finally reached the door, Farrah knocked, then opened. There he was, sitting at his big desk, in front of a computer. He lifted his head. His black hair smothered in gel, and his blue eyes sitting appealingly in their sockets. He looked at Farrah, then at us.

"Hello, I'm Oliver Alexander. You must be the officers that work for the NYPD right?" He asked. He had such a sweet voice, I expected it to be more, low, and imitating. He stood up, and smoothed his suit out, and held out his hand as a gesture for me to shake it.

I smile, and shake his hand. "My name is Elliott Lanning" I said letting go, he progressed to Lindsay. "Hello, i'm Lindsay". He smiled, and told us to take a seat in the two leather chairs that sat in front of his desk.

"Thank you Farrah, I will call you in after" Mr. Alexander said. Farrah smiled, turned to the door, then exited. The heavy door closed behind Farrah. It was just Oliver, Lindsay, and I for now. I cleared my throat.

"This will be easy Mr. Alexander. We just need you to answer some questions about the homicide that happened here two weeks ago" I said. I felt a rush of confidence. I don't know why I was so scared, I have done interviews so many times.

Lindsay and I pulled out a note pad, and began writing Mr. Alexander's answers.

"Where were you the night of October 25th, 2015?" I asked. My pen was ready to touch the paper.

"I was at some bars with some business people, and then I went home" He said. He looked me in the eye.

"Okay, great, thank you" I said, smiling. It was Lindsay's turn to ask a question.