No idea if that went into their house, but I'll tell you, it wasn't the only one on the block that looked new. I'm wondering if Powers Construction has held the scalpel over
Hobbs County. And if so, maybe they're tied into the mess somehow."
"Even if you think it's not about the money," Wallace said, "it's about the money."
Obviously there was a strong motive for Powers Construction to want to be a part of some major rebuilding projects in Hobbs County, as well as other towns and cities across the Northeast. I still felt like I was missing something. Follow the money, Wallace said. That's what I decided to do. I had to talk to Reggie Powers.
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The home office of Powers Construction was located at Twenty-Third and Fifth in Manhattan. Before calling over, I decided to do a little research on the company.
Their Web site had one of those incredibly flashy designs, and I could picture Reggie Powers grimacing as he handed over thousands of dollars to some tech geeks who'd likely never seen a working construction side. The company logo was an intersected P and C.
Both letters looked like they were made out of curved steel, bolts and all.
Powers was, according to the site, one of the leading commercial and residential contractors in the entire Northeast. Their projects ranged from billion-dollar properties, from several financial institutions, to smaller homes and houses. They were credited for having essentially rebuilt several small towns, and were even one of the contractors called in to evaluate the Gulf Coast after the devastation of Hurricane Katrina. Whatever the size of the project, it looked like Powers Construction was the bidder to beat.
It was no secret that the construction industry had some shady underpinnings, since the majority of contracts were doled out to the lowest bidder. The problem therein was
that the lowest bidders often miscalculated their budgets, necessitating a six-million-dollar property costing north of seven million. Yet the smarter, or shadier companies
(amazing how often the two went hand in hand), worked out sweetheart deals to rig bids. The contractor would offer a bid far lower than any of his competitors, which was of course accepted. If they ran over budget, which was almost guaranteed, the bill would be settled under the table. This meant projects were bid on for far less money than they actually cost, keeping other companies out of the loop, but allowing the illegal parties to get rich based on the sheer number of developments they partnered on.
Reggie Powers himself had quite an interesting story.
According to his online biography, he was the most influential black construction owner in the entire country.
Born in Crown Heights in 1959, Powers had little formal education and had worked various construction jobs throughout his formative years. Then after the Crown
Heights riots of 1991, Powers decided he was tired of seeing his neighborhood torn apart by violence, and was tired of seeing good men and women live in housing that was akin to inhumane treatment. Within five years, Powers had taken his own earnings, and with the help of lenders, bought out a company known as TBC-Thomas Blakeman Construction-renaming it Powers Construction.
One of his first rebuilding projects was tearing down a number of projects in which drugs and violence were rampant. These buildings were replaced with low-income housing. According to Powers, it was the end of the dark days, and the beginning of a new Brooklyn.
Within a few years, Powers had become known not only as one of the wealthiest and most influential private contractors on the East Coast, but one of its biggest phi-298
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Of course, official biographies often swept more than their fair share under the carpet. Not to mention that
Powers's relative inexperience made his volcanic rise even more shocking. I had to think that simply due to the sheer size of Powers Construction, it would be strange if they didn't have some sort of bid-rigging system going on.
Once I'd done some digging around regarding the company profile, I decided it was time to meet the man face-to-face. Reggie Powers. See what, if anything, he knew. And whether he was aware that one of his employees, Raymond Benjamin, was a murderer.
I called the main switchboard at Powers Construction, and a pleasant secretary picked up the phone. She sounded as if she'd been there a long time, even had a cadence nailed down.
"Po- wers Con- struct-ion, how may I direct your call?"
"Well, first I was wondering if you could give me the extension for one of your employees. The name is
Raymond Benjamin. And after that I'd like to be transferred to Reggie Powers's office."
"One moment, sir," the woman said. I heard typing on the other end. Then I heard her mutter, Hmm, that's odd.
"Ma'am? Are you still there?"
"Yes, sir, sorry about that. According to our database, we do employ a Raymond Benjamin, but he doesn't have an office or an extension."
"Is there any contact information for him?"
"I'm sorry, sir, not that I have access to. You'd have to speak to our human resources department."
"That's all right. Can you transfer me to Mr. Powers's office?"
"Sure thing, just a moment."
She put me on hold. A minute later, a young man's voice came over the line.
"Mr. Powers's office."
"Hi, my name is Henry Parker and I'm a reporter from the New York Gazette. I'd like to come in and speak with
Mr. Powers today. It's a pretty urgent matter."
"Mr. Powers has a very busy schedule today. He's not in the office right now, but if I can pass a message to him,
I'll see if he has some free time."
"Absolutely," I said. "Tell him I want to speak to him about Raymond Benjamin and Dmitri Petrovsky."
"Can you spell those for me, sir?"
"Just remember the names."
"Um…okay. I'll call Mr. Powers right now. Is there a number where I can reach you?"
I gave the secretary my cell phone number. He said he'd get back to me ASAP. I hung up the phone and began to play the waiting game again.
I tried to think how Reggie Powers might be connected to all of this. Powers Construction employed Raymond
Benjamin, though the fact that he was a ghost at the office pretty much confirmed that he was there to do dirty work, collect a W-2, and that was all. But why would Reggie
Powers want anything to do with Dmitri Petrovsky? He seemed like the least likely person on earth to want to have anything to do with a kidnapping, especially given his background. The more the pieces came together, the more trouble I had making them all fit.
Ten minutes later, my cell phone rang. I picked it up.
"Mr. Parker." I recognized the voice as Powers's secre-300
Jason Pinter tary. "Mr. Powers is at a job site all day today, but he said if you can meet him there at six o'clock, he'd be happy to speak with you."
"Where's the site?" I asked.
"He's overseeing the construction of a mall in Hobbs
County, New York, today."
Hobbs County. Why was I not surprised. I checked my watch. It was three-thirty. I had plenty of time to drive up to Hobbs County.
"Give me the address," I said. I jotted down the information, thanked the secretary and hung up. I chewed on the tip of my pen. I had no idea what Reggie Powers would know. I sure as hell had a few questions he needed good answers to.
I put my tape recorder and notebook into a small backpack, stopped in to Wallace's office to tell him where
I was going. He told me to check in once I was done with