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“I’m long overdue for the briefing on the job where I disappeared, and I have some questions, but right now, I have something else that I’d like your help with.”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“There’s a company called Hourly Solutions. It’s located in the Howard Tower, ninth floor. I think they occupy the entire ninth floor.”

I hear her fingers clacking on her keyboard and wait. “Yes. I see.”

“There’s a man in a managerial role there. His first name is Nick. I’m assuming it’s short for Nicholas or something.”

It’s a little longer as I listen to Nori’s keyboard. “Yep, got him.”

“Think you can find me his address?”

There’s a pause before her fingers move over the keyboard again. Likely wondering why I want this man’s address. Nori and I have worked together for a long time, though, so she doesn’t ask. I don’t volunteer the information.

“I’m sending you his home address.”

“Thank you. His name as well.”

“Yep.”

“Thanks. Everything okay there? What do you need?”

“Nothing, Oxley. We’re good. Tracking a new whisper. I’ll let you know when it’s go time.”

“Thank you.”

“The man you brought home—he was shot?”

“Yes. In front of 1367. He was walking home from work.”

“He’s okay?”

“He is. He’ll walk again. He’s still in pain, but the bullet didn’t hit anything vital. However, the size of the ammunition used is usually used on animals. Using it on humans is… I’d like to say inhumane, but let’s be real here. Shooting people because you dislike their lifestyle is inhumane.”

“I disagree. That’s exactly what history shows is human nature.”

“Cruelty for cruelty’s sake,” I mutter.

She hums her agreement.

“I’ll call you back about the job. Probably not today.”

“Understood. Take care, boss.”

“You too. Let me know if you need anything. Or if Kairo gives you a hard time again.”

Nori laughs. “No problem.”

Once I hang up with Nori, I call my nephew, Voss. Computer genius and tech guru for Van Doren Technologies.

“Hello?” he answers. Likely distracted. He’s always distracted.

“Voss. It’s Oxley.”

“Hey, Uncle Oxley. How’s Anaheim?”

“Normal. I need a favor if you have a minute.”