The next day Sam and Amber made their way downtown to the Mayor's office while Dean and Castiel held down the fort at the condo. Both decked out in full formal business attire complete with leather bound briefcases.
Sam reviewed the itinerary as they got out of the car.
"Ok, remember, we're from the New York Times and we're here to interview Mayor Westler on the impact these murders have had on the town of Kittery. You're Greta Hargrove and I'm……." Sam started.
"Ronald McDonald!" Amber grinned. "No, you're James Wanderton, my co field reporter."
"Got it….you ready?" Sam asked.
"Always…" Amber replied adjusting her wire rimmed glasses she had costumed herself with for this excursion.
They made their way into the office and found a ditsy blonde working as the Mayor's receptionist.
"Can I help you?" she asked smacking her chewing gum through her bright red lipstick.
"Yes, we don't have an appointment…but my colleague and I are from the New York Times and would like to speak with the Mayor about the recent "incidents" this town has had to endure." Sam spoke articulately.
"I'll see if he is available…" the receptionist replied.
Just as she spoke, the mayor's office door swung open and the mayor appeared with another gentleman, laughing boisterously.
"You be sure to tell your wife, Don, I don't want to see her swinging from the chandeliers at the party this year!" the mayor laughed and shook the man's hand.
The man continued his laugh as he walked out the door.
"George…err I mean….Mayor Westler….these two reporters are here from the….ummmmmm….New Jersey Gazette?" the receptionist said.
"New York Times, ma'am." Sam said correcting her.
Mayor Westler turned his eyes to Amber and grinned. He was tall with a slim build. His sandy blonde hair was cut short with a strict part off to the side. He was young and his extravagant black suit with regal blue tie spoke of overcompensating for his lack of years and inexperience.
"Of course, come on in…Miss…..? the mayor asked.
"It's Hargrove, Greta Hargrove, Mayor and this is my colleague, Mr. James Wanderton." Amber said as he shook her and Sam's hands.
The Mayor ushered them in his office. "Please, have a seat. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" he said sitting down behind his desk.
"Well, Mayor Westler, we wanted to interview you….." Amber started.
"Please call me George.." the mayor insisted as he smiled at Amber.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Ok…..George…we wanted to get your thoughts on Kittery's unfortunate incidents as of late and how the town plans to go on and rebuild from such tragedy." Amber said taking out a digital recorder and placing it on the desk to record the interview.
"Well, Miss Greta…may I call you Greta? It all begins with bringing whoever is responsible for these tragedies to justice. Then we can start the rebuilding process…bringing this town and its people back together and rally for what we once were and can be again." Mayor Westler stated in his most mayoral tone.
"These city councilmen worked directly beneath you, do you know of a reason why anyone would want them and their families dead?" Sam asked starting to scribble on a steno pad.
"I cannot fathom why anyone would want these men and their families dead. These men and their families, who I grew to know on a personal basis, where the most upstanding, devoted and extraordinary people I have known in my time as mayor. Kittery was blessed to have them and they are sorely missed." Mayor Westler continued.
There was a knock at the office door. The blonde receptionist peeked her head in. "Mayor Westler, Callant Catering is on Line 1 and needs to speak with you about the Lobster Bisque you ordered for your party this weekend….and I need you to sign these contracts for the live band and the gala consultant needs to over the floor plan with you."
"I'll take care of it, Susie." The mayor said getting up from his seat. "I'm afraid we're going to have to cut this short…I'm throwing a Formal Gala this weekend for a few of my constituents and I need to tie up a few loose ends. Can we finish this interview next Monday say…3 pm?"
Sam and Amber looked at each other. "That should be fine." Amber said extending her hand to him after placing the recorder back in her briefcase.
"It's been a pleasure, Miss Greta….on a side note….would you and your colleague here like to my guests at the Kittery Crown Gala tomorrow night?" Mayor Westler said taking her hand and kissing it.
"Oh….ummm…that sounds lovely! Amber said trying hard to hide her disgust.
"Wonderful! Just see Susie up front and she'll make you're on the guest list." Mayor Westler smiled and opened the office door for them, ushering them out and closing the door behind them.
"So….George wants to put you two on the guest list. Two reservations, right?" the receptionist asked.
"Four, actually." Amber insisted.
"Ok, see you two tomorrow night!" the receptionist said adding their reservation into the computer.
Amber and Sam quickly hurried out the door.
"Well, what do we think? Besides being a shameless flirt and overall hound…he seems like your typical politician….." Amber asked.
"Seems that way…" Sam replied.
"So what now?" Amber said unlocking the car doors.
"We'll scope out the crowd at the Gala…..may find some answers there." Sam said getting in the car.
"You know Dean's gonna be thrilled….." Amber laughed starting the engine and driving off.
