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extorting Tommy Blunt. There was no other contact, either historically or recently, between the two of them that could offer an alternative explanation.
    The driver pulled up outside the Council Chambers on Grant Street. Trent looked out of his window at the building for a moment before speaking.
    “Wait here,” he said to the driver, before addressing his enforcers. “You two, come with me.”
    He stepped out of the car with an uncharacteristic grace and walked purposefully up the steps, past the commemorative statue of Richard Caligiuri, and entered the building.
    The entrance lacked the extravagance you would’ve expected from the outside, settling instead for a standard front desk with a wooden counter and paneling, just inside the doors on the right. The area was simply a wide corridor, with elevators at the far end and offices along both sides, interrupted by a single corridor about halfway down that led off to right, accessing other parts of the building.
    Trent completely ignored the receptionist, striding intently past the desk and across the tiled floor to the elevators; the heels of his black, polished shoes echoed around the large entrance area. She stood, about to say something as they past her, but Bennett shot her a glance that made her reconsider.
    Trent knew everything about everyone he had on his payroll. For example, that Caroline would be in the building that afternoon because of a monthly Council meeting scheduled at four p.m, and that she would be working out of one of the temporary offices the members of the City Council used when on the premises.
    They took the elevator to the second floor and turned right as the doors dinged open, walking along a narrow corridor, illuminated by the gray light shining through the large windows along the left wall. After a few moments, Trent and his men came to the office and, without knocking, he thrust open the door and stepped inside.
    Caroline was a slightly overweight woman in her late forties. She had light brown hair with gray streaks running through it, cut into a bob that rested on her slight shoulders. Wearing a purple dress suit and matching shoes, she was sitting on one side of a large table that took up most of the room. Opposite her were two men, both in suits, who Trent didn’t recognize. He presumed they were other members of the City Council, but they didn’t concern him in the slightest.
    “You two,” he said to them as he entered. “Fuck off.”
    They opened their mouths to protest, but it only took one step forward from Duncan to convince them to leave. Both men looked at Caroline, gathered their papers off the desk, and left in a hurry.
    Caroline remained in her seat, trembling slightly as she opened and closed her mouth, debating whether to say anything. She glanced at the two men with him, before resting her gaze on Trent himself, who remained silent, staring long and hard at Caroline, watching her fight to maintain some level of composure.
    Duncan and Bennett moved over to the left of the room, standing behind her and leaning against the wall, which was plain and painted in a sickly cream color.
    Trent took a seat at the table opposite her, leaning forward and clasping his hands in front of him as he rested on the desk. “Caroline,” he said, his voice calm and professional. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
    She glanced at the table for a second, frowning with thought, and then shook her head. “No,” she replied, a faint quiver in her voice. “I was going to report anything of interest to you later in the week, once we’d had our Council meeting this afternoon, but looking at the agenda I don’t think there will be anything noteworthy.”
    Trent smiled, both impressed and frustrated at her convincing response. “Let me re-phrase my question. You have something to tell me, don’t you?”
    He glared at her with his cold eyes, the professionalism giving way to anger. She looked over her shoulder at his two enforcers,