Chapter Six
Impositions
Finally he was getting answers to some of his questions. Yet each one pissed him off worse.
For news this momentous, the private investigator Al had hired to keep tabs on his step-slut (Jim Brooks by name), had come to report in person. Seated beside him at a conference table in an adjunct to his regular office (Al didn’t like to smoke in there and he needed a Havana for this) the operative had a laptop open and was flipping through photos.
“First to leave the estate was Sinclair, driving your daughter’s car. As you can see, ID is easy this time with the top down. She has not as of yet returned.
“Next to emerge is this van registered to Frank Mitchell. Carrie Mitchell and Julie can both easily be seen through the windshield.”
No s**t. Al was grinding his teet
