Martin didn’t recognize the name.“What can I do for you, Mr.Gallagher?”
“You told me to call if anyone came around asking about Kylie Walker.”
He sat up straight, an odd buzzing in his ears.
Gallagher.Gallagher.
Ah, yes.The funeral home director who’d been more than happy to accept a generous bribe to do his bidding.
Choking back the anxiety that threatened to choke him, he said, “And did they?”
“Yes, sir.He just left.Said he was with a security firm.They’re investigating something.He didn’t say what, just asked a bunch of questions.”
“Did you tell him anything?”
“I told him the truth.”
For fuck’s sake.Was it too fucking difficult for people to make shit up these days?When you told them not to mention a thing, they somehow heard the opposite.
But there was nothing he could do about it now.
“Thank you for letting me know,” he told the man whose name he’d already forgotten.
“Is there anything I need to do?”
“Yes.Don’t talk to anyone else.Send them my way.”
“Of course, sir.”
Martin hung up the phone without saying goodbye.He was reaching for his keyboard when his cell phone chimed with a sound he wasn’t familiar with.He glanced at the screen to see a security alert.
“What the fuck?”
He tapped the link in the notification, and it brought him to a service he had signed up for a long time ago.It would tell him if and when someone ran a search on him.Something beyond what the usual credit bureaus allowed.
“Son of a bitch.”
He grabbed the phone receiver and dialed.
“Hello?”
“Allison, I need your help.”
As usual, she sounded entirely put out by him.“With?”
“Someone’s running a search on me.”
“And this surprises you?”
“Look, girl.You can stop with the smartass comments.You know what’s at stake if you don’t do what I need you to do.”
Her response was silence.
“Now, I want you to figure out who’s running the search and what they’re trying to find.”
“I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Allison.”
She sighed.“I’ll call you back, Martin.”
He didn’t get a chance to tell her that she’d better.He heard the telltale click of the disconnect, causing him to slam the receiver into the cradle.
He did not like people digging into shit that was none of their business.Especially not now when so much was going wrong.
