Tora’s Apartment
Monday Evening
Time To Work
After getting to her place, she let her dog out, and then she met her partner on the couch. It was time to get some research done, so that they endear themselves to Elizabeth Blackhawk, and make it onto her team.
That was, after all, the end goal.
As she joined her partner, he didn’t even look up from the research he was doing, but he did give her a heads-up.
“I ordered a pizza for snacks during our marathon research. I know we ate at the restaurant, but you have a tapeworm, and will need more food. It’ll be here shortly.”
That worked for her.
It wasn’t like he was wrong, or that she’d ever say no to pizza. It was her favorite food. Someone was always trying to feed her.
“I’m running a background check on Bill Farmington, the owner of the security company. I’m going deeper to look at his employees, like Elizabeth wanted,” he offered.
Getting comfortable, she crisscrossed her legs, and sat on the other side of the couch, facing her partner, to do some research too.
“Okay, well, then, I’ll keep digging into Sundown Real Estate, to see who is behind it. There has to be someone who owned that building prior to Devon Slater.”
Together, they worked.
It didn’t take long for Mac to glance up in frustration at not finding anything.
“Bill Farmington is clean on paper,” Mac admitted. “He doesn’t even have a speeding ticket. He’s single, has a condo, and makes a damn good living, but there’s nothing scary in his background. His social media is non-existent, but then again, he’s older so, you know how that age group tends to shun social media.”
She understood what he was saying.
“How about his employee size. How many are there?” she asked.
He was on the website that promoted the security agency, and skimming through all the people there.
Thankfully, there weren’t many.
“He has three people who work for him as security guards. Two are women, and one is a man. The dude’s name is Ernie Kotile. I’m about to run him.”
As soon as he said that, there was a knock on the door that got their attention.
Well, that and her dog started barking.
He, too, liked pizza.
Apparently.
“Dinner,” she said.
Since that was his cue, Mac got up, headed toward the door, and paid the man. Then, he brought the pizza in, and placed it on the coffee table, out of the reach of Tora’s small dog.
While he’d paid, she grabbed paper plates, napkins, and two beers for them. She’d like to say this wasn’t a customary dinner for them, but it was.
They did this a lot, especially when they were working a case.
Mac handed out slices, and they both settled down again to work, in silence.
In the next twenty minutes of research, they did what they did best, and for a while, it seemed like they weren’t going to find anything.
