And out. “That’s what I want. A nicer facility in exchange for the doctor’s name.”
“You know what they say about a fool and his money…”
Says the woman who doesn’t have enough to feed herself. “The name.”
“Doctor Rothswyler.”
“You can expect a transfer within the week.” To somewhere far away from my family.
I stride out of the room, away from the woman who I hope to never have to see again.
“I’ll research him.” Everett’s already got his phone out.
“Do it on the ride home.” We have things to get done.
Shut Out
Max
“Why did our mothers have to be born before the computer revolution? This makes everything harder. It’s not like a doctor who was practicing all those years ago still is.” Everett doesn’t look up from his screen as I drive us to Willow Street.
“Then start thinking outside of the box. What would have been archived on a computer that might actually tell us about doctors back then?”
Everett lifts his head up and stares blindly out the window for a long moment. “Medical journals.”
“Exactly.”
“On it.” His fingers move with a fluid motion and speed that I could never hope to attain anymore on a phone.
I'd better keep up my skills, or that boy will start beating me at this.
Like that’s even a worry when Fiona is currently losing her mind about some spider brand. Figuring that out is a priority. “Everett, stop that for a minute. I need you to hack into the police database.”
His head comes up, and an evil grin spreads across it. “What are we looking for?”
“You know you should have said no.”
“Why? It sounds like fun.”
That’s something I would have said at his age. “I want you to look and see if you can find out anything about a gang thatuses a spider brand. The FBI might be better. I should probably do that search myself.”
“Why? I’ve hacked into the FBI several times.”
Don’t ask. “Do I want to know why you did?”
Everett’s smile widens. “Probably not. But it shouldn’t take long for me to do both.”
Of course it won’t.
***
Everett’s been silent far too long. We’re almost to Willow Street. “Have you found anything?”
“Mhmm…hmmm…mhmm.”
It seems he loses the ability to speak when he’s that deep down in the hole. “We’re close to Willow Street. When we get there, do you want me to have someone take you home? Things are going to be weird.”
Something triggered his brain, because his head pops up. “No. What’s weird is this gang…Well, it’s not really a gang. It’s a prostitution ring.”
