Chapter 2 Cont.
"I got that painting a few years ago," said a voice from behind Hamilton.
He turned around to see Clifford Maxwell, Jr., a man in his late 40s, of average height and weight, with Black hair.
"Senator, I'm Detective Alexander Hamilton, this is Detective Josefina Arturo. I suppose your maid told you why we were here?"
"Kendra is my mother's maid not mine. I live in Jenkins. But yes, she did say that it was something to do with my father. Is he alright?"
"Is the rest of the family in?" asked Arturo. "We'd rather everyone hear this at once."
Maxwell bowed. "Of course. This way."
As they moved down a hall, Maxwell started to talk. "Maxwells have been involved in Ontario politics and industry in one way or another since we became a state in 1789. We even founded the capital city of Arnold. Do you know who the city was named after?"
After a few seconds he said, "Benedict Arnold. Who knows what might have happened had lived. But he did die helping to conquer Acadia, so there is that. Here we are."
After entering the office, Maxwell introduced his brother William (a slightly younger, plumper version of Clifford Jr.) and his mother Irena (who had an imperious air to her).
Irena spoke first, in accented English. "Good morning, detectives. Have you found my husband?"
They looked at each other and Hamilton said "Yes ma'am. He was murdered. He was found in Victory Park this morning."
"Good God," said William. "Who did it?"
Arturo stepped forward. "That's what we're trying to find out. Is there anyone that you know that might want to hurt your father?"
"Well," said Maxwell. "I suppose you will look at us."
"How could you say that, Clifford, as thought any of us would kill father. Could be a disgruntled employee or former employee. I'll get you a list of all the workers I think might have had cause."
Irena nodded. "What about the heads of the company?"
William stopped. "Yes. I suppose. Alexis Komnemnos and Laura Pierce were angry with father."
Hamilton raised an eyebrow. "About what?"
"They think that the company is not doing enough to help it's workers. They want to increase wages across the board. Father disagreed. They opened it up to the board, of which I am a member. We were working on a compromise."
"So now you stand to inherit the company."
Irena smiled. "Only after my death will William inherit the company."
Arturo then asked the obvious question. "What was he doing in Victory Park last night?"
The Maxwells looked at each other nervously. Maxwell Jr. spoke first. "Father has, had, been showing signs of dementia, Jensen's Syndrome."
William stood up and started pacing. "We have been trying to keep it secret. Look he turn 70 last week and he is, was, past retirement age. We tried to talk him into retirement but he wouldn't see reason."
"It doesn't answer the question, Mr. Maxwell."
Irena put up a hand to silence William. "The truth is detective, we don't know. My husband, he likes, liked to take long walks. Sometimes he passed the park. Now is that all?"
Hamilton nodded. "For now. Is this his office?"
Maxwell nodded. "Yes. Have a look around."
"We'd also like to talk to the servants."
Irena said, "We shall send them up right away."