I drew in a deep breath before my eyes gravitated back to the building pictures on the projector. “By my count with the pictures Ranger has put up, they’ve got ten cameras just around the outside of that building, and four of them are in alleyways. Since when do businesses with private security need cameras in alleyways? Wouldn’t they just post men to keep an eye out?”
Doc piped up. “How do you know?—?”
I interrupted him and pointed. “Range, go back three pictures.”
He clicked away until we stared at a close up of the front entrance. “Cut the glare on the picture a bit.”
“Yep,” Range said as he keyed in a few strokes.
And when the picture got cleaned up a bit…
“Oh,” Doc said.
I pointed. “There’s a metal detector right inside of the entrance to that building. Since when do law firms need metal detectors?”
“Are you sure there aren’t any other businesses in that building, Range?” Cap asked.
“Double-checking now,” he said.
“If we’re going to go this far,” Scout said as he sat down at the table, “we might as well look into their financials a little bit. See what kind of stocks they trade in. You know, publicly available knowledge. See if we can’t find a trend of some sort.”
“Nope,” Ranger said as he turned his attention to Scout’s request, “no other businesses in that building. County and statetaxes say that there’s only one business that resides in that building, and that’s the law firm.”
“Hell of a building for a law firm,” Cap grumbled.
“What the fuck?” Ranger asked.
All of us whipped our attention to him.
“What?” I asked.
He hunched closer to his laptop. “Hold on, I’m triple checking before I say anything.”
The man’s skin began to redden, so Cap piped up. “Ranger.”
“What?”
“Check your tone and look up.”
Ranger cleared his throat before he shook his head. “Sorry, Cap, I just?—”
“Look at me, Range.”
The man obeyed the command from our president before Cap’s voice backed off a bit. “What have you found? Have you double checked it?”
“Yeah.”
“Then spit it out while you triple check it.”
Ranger sighed heavily as he got back to work. “Was anyone aware that Bonnie sold off the thrift shop in town?”
“What?” I asked. “You mean ‘Lock ‘N Key?’”
“Yeah,” Ranger said as he pulled up a fucking purchase agreement. “Three months ago.”
“What the fuck?” Cap asked.
Brutus stepped out of his dark corner. “But she still works there.”
