Rage of Envy Rewrite Project

RoE D4 Pt 11

RoE D4 pt 11



Galloway had them escort Mitch straight to an interrogation room. Joe Marks was in the room. Tom Ferguson and Anna Morgan were observing through the one-way glass.

Joe stood back as Galloway sat across the table from Mitch. He shuffled the files in front of him.

“Are you Mitch Griffin, son of Thurman Griffin of Unatatex, Inc.?”

Mitc was unphased by the whole proceeding. “I believe you already know that.”

“You are a licensed realtor here in Carrol County but you also work for your father’s company. You use those connections to provide other services to clients. What exactly do you do, Mr. Griffin?”

“IF you must address me, please call me Mitch. Mr. Griffin is my father.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Mitch sighed. “I am bound by company policy not to discuss my arrangement with Unatatex, Inc. And cannot divulge anything without company counsel present.”

“You are asking for council then and refuse to answer anything else?”

“No, of course not. It just depends on the nature of the question.”

Galloway consulted the files. “Do you know Kristin Claire or Darrel Michaels? Do you know their whereabouts?”

“Does anyone ever really know anyone? I would say they are ... acquaintances. They have been in my office for various reasons.”

“What would they have come to your office for?”

“Most of that falls under client/provider privileges. I could tell you in general terms without names but then I would still have to deny knowing the client in question.” Mitch leaned back, putting his feet on an angle on the table. He filed his nails, blew the dust off of them, and admired his work.

Galloway pushed Mitch’s feet off the table. “What about the others that you are acquainted with? Tell me about Tyrel Davis, Shawn Galloway and Dean Galloway.”

Mitch turned himself so he could look Galloway in the eyes, leaning on the table. “Tell me, Agent Galloway, is your interest in us professional or personal?”

Galloway slammed his fist on the table. “Stop talking in circles!” There was a knock on the one-way glass. Galloway gathered up his files and left the room. Joe Marks followed him out. He went into the observation room.

“We’re not going to get much out of Mitch Griffin,” said Tom.

There was a knock on the door and a young deputy poked her nose in. “There’s a hot shot big city type here named Matthew Barnes. He wants to see Mitch Griffin.”

“We can’t keep him from seeing his client. Show him to the room,” said Galloway.

Mr. Barnes had a prim and proper manner about him. When he entered the room, he knocked on the glass announcing he had the right to a private conversation with his client. Galloway and the others went to the conference room.

“What else have we learned in the past 24 hours?” asked Galloway.

“I talked to Mike Austin and his parents. They wouldn’t come to the station but they agreed to speak to me in their home.” Joe glanced at his notebook. “It seems that Mike was a handyman for the Korsons, and, from what his parents said, used to tell Timothy Karson tall tales about what he would do with his friends, Mike was fired when one of the tales scared Tim.”

“Did we get anything about what kind of tales?”

“They wouldn’t give any more detains without a lawyer.”

“So that’s it?”

“Yes. The rest of the kids were basically put on a gag order by their parents. None would talk to us without counsel.”

There was a knock and the deputy poked her head in. “Mr. Barnes says we heed to charge Mitch Griffin or release him.”

“Go ahead and release him.”