His aura was completely out of place in the dilapidated apartment building. That elite air about him made Smith subconsciously want to back away.
Following him was a slightly older man carrying a large leather briefcase. He wore a stern expression, and a bar association pin was fastened to his chest.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Gaiter."
Ethan Hawke smiled and extended his hand.
"This is my ID, and this is a special authorization order signed by the Mayor."
Ethan pointed to the ID badge hanging from his chest, then took a document with an embossed seal out of his briefcase and showed it to Smith.
Smith couldn't make out the words on it, but he recognized the golden crest of Pittsburgh City.
It was real.
"May we come in and talk?" Ethan asked politely.
Smith numbly stepped aside, clearing the way.
Ethan and the lawyer stepped into the narrow, crowded living room.
