“Did he find anything?”Mustang said it softly, sounding calm.However, in his pants his left nut sac twitched and his right big toe rose in his boot.His Helen said she did a thing, and he simply had to sit still and look cool and composed while listening.
“He found a tracker on my car.Considering that was just my third time driving it, and there is no reason for you to track me, I figured it had to be him,” Helen said, holding up her hand to stop him from turning into Hulk Husband.“Apple wanted to stomp it, but I had a better idea.”
“I don't think I want to know, but I assume this is the thing you did,” he asked.
“Yep,” she said, grinning.“I drove right to Chicago to the Velvet Bunny Room, or whatever the hell Kurtzwilde calls it, and was shocked at the number of losers at a strip club in the middle of the day.Anyhoo, I was planning to take the tracker inside, but then the man himself pulled up.I waited.He and the driver went into the Bunny Den of glitter and fake boob jobs for an afternoon of crotch humping.I put the tracker on his vehicle, so I'm waiting on the call from the Boss on whoever was tracking me, to end up at Kurtzwilde's house.”
Mustang smiled at her.Helen was clever on a level he'd never seen, a logical kind of clever which sometimes unnerved him.Her methods of finding out information and sharing it at the precise moment also kind of, sort of, creeped him out.She was telling him this to lead to another fact.
“Jay,” she said, using his informal name, “I got to thinking.What if he has my license plate?I have the registration for the vehicle but didn’t really look at it in detail; is it registered to Helen MacDaniel?Helen Neary?Shenita Nelson?Or is it registered to The Company?”
“It is registered to the Company,” he said.
“And my personal vehicles, are they registered to me or to Greenson Enterprises?”she asked.
He arched an eyebrow, “Greenson Enterprises.”
“Good to know,” she said.“God forbid anything happens to either of us, but I don't know.If I go to work and don't come back or you have a misfortune on the way home to me, will Greenson Enterprises take care of your widow or my widower?”
Mustang didn't know what to say.It was a conversation that married people had, and they were in fact married.His fear of her leaving home to go cap a bastard and it going sideways had visited him once, and now it was back.He rose, collected his phone, and returned to the table.He pressed a button and waited for an answer.
“State your need,” the familiar voice of Gabriel Neary said.
“Assistance, of the marital type,” he said to the voice.
“Trouble in paradise so soon?I mean, Aunt Ruth called asking questions, and I assume you have a wedding date.I am looking forward to dancing with your lovely bride,” the voice said.
“Down boy,” Mustang replied.“Different marital issue.Greenson Enterprises needs to add a partner or whatever it needs to be in case anything happens to me so the little lady is cared for all her days.”
“Oh, okay,” the voice said.“Anything else?”
“No, that's all, everything good on your end?”
“Pretty much.Can I bring the kid to the reception?”he asked.“Getting a sitter is hard, and I'm not too comfortable with it you know.”
“I think she's factored in all of that,” Mustang said, laughing.“It is going to be quite the event.”
“With her, I can only imagine.”
“No, you couldn't possibly.Thanks.Mustang out,” he said, ending the call.He looked at Helen.“Done.”
“I guess I need to get to the bank and do the same,” she said, looking him deeply in the eyes.“Jay, on another note, Mr.Supertracker, how do I track land purchases?I want to know who owned the Field of Flowers in Milwaukee.If I can find who owns them, I can trace the money and the buyer, which I hope will lead me back to the Wormtail and Swallowood.”
“Hornworm and Swallowtail,” he gently corrected.
“Yeah, them flesh peddling bitches,” she said.“I want to find their money and wreck their shit.”
Helen paused.“How would I track my payments through a bank?You know the ones I receive for doing my contract job?Can you show me on my Technician laptop?”
“Sure,” he said, watching her face.“You left the training.She could have shown you how to do all of that.”
“The best tracker in the continental United States sleeps beside me each night for the rest of my life,” she said.“If I can be taught by the best, then damn the rest.”
He blushed a bit at the praise, adding, “You didn't like her, did you?”
“Nope,” Helen said.“Jay, I don't think she likes herself, but I tried not to judge since I'm in no position to question anyone's life choices, especially the ones made by circumstances.Anyhoo, I want to trace some money and take a breather before next week and having to let your mother know I'm home and also let my mother know I'm getting married.”
“Are you inviting your mother for a weekend visit like you did with your Dad?”
