Kinzer and Hayde dug through boxes in a storage room Fehrin had directed them to.
He and Hayde ripped through them, hoping to find something that would give them a clue as to where they were being delivered. Inside the boxes, they discovered blocks of metal and rock… but Kinzer knew they weren’t just any metals or rocks. These were from the immortal realms. He figured they were what Veylo needed to create Morarkes like the one he and Dedrus had encountered a few months earlier.
Kinzer checked the shipping label on the outside of the box.
In red letters, printed at the base, read, “Property of Feinstein Corp.”
Kinzer abandoned the storage room.
“Hey,” Hayde said, following after him. “What is it?”
Kinzer returned to Fehrin’s office, still disheveled from their brawl, and sat at his desk. He snooped through his letters and correspondences, which were stacked in a box beside his laptop.
Thank you, Father Lowr, for your participation in the Community Outreach Program last Wednesday.
Father Lowr, you are cordially invited to attend a fundraiser to benefit the orphanages of America at the Willow Haze Ballroom.
Dear Father Lowr, I was so pleased with how much you helped my wife and me…
A continued search discovered equally useless letters and forms. Giving up on these, he turned his attention to Fehrin’s laptop.
“What are you doing?” Hayde asked.
Kinzer clicked on the Internet browser.
“I’m gonna check out this Feinstein Corp. Come on… come on…” He tapped his finger against one of the keys, frustrated at how long it was taking the window to load.
“That’s not going to make it go any faster.”
Kinzer glared at him.
As the screen finally appeared, he searched “Feinstein Corp.”
Hayde read from the screen, “Feinstein Corp provides disposal of hazardous waste materials for private organizations.—Yeah, sure.”
Kinzer clicked on a link to their site and saw it was located in New York, NY. In a highrise.
“So they’re in New York?” Hayde asked.
“Maybe,” Kinzer said. “But that’s not where this shit’s going. He can’t build Morarkes in fucking New York City.”
Kinzer stared at the screen, puzzled.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell.
“Who you calling?”
“A guy I know?”
The phone rung several times before the guy answered, “Hey, man. How’ve you been?”
Kinzer’s chest tensed as he considered what he might have to do to get intel from the guy again.
“I was wondering if you could check something out for me.”
“It’d be my pleasure…”
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