thought.
Now she did. He was on the short side in high school, if Kristen recalled correctly. With the experience of years, she figured that he must have had short-man syndrome even then. It was easy to find a current picture of him on the Internet. Lots of pictures of him, as a matter of fact.
Kristen clicked through them, noticing the ritzy locales, the parties, the women and all the props men with inadequacy issues surrounded themselves with to feel important. Oh, she so knew the type.
Or, again, she could just be overly cynical.
However, unless he was dating only six-foot-four models, he was still short. Good-looking, though, if a woman went for the carefully groomed, capped teeth, buffed nails type rather than the could-use-a-haircut-red-Santa-hoodie-wearing type.
Hypothetically.
And because it was easier to investigate Jeremy than Mitch, Kristen did so.
Within ten minutes, Kristen had figured out their working relationship. Mitch was not in a single one of the “see and be seen” pictures. Jeremy was clearly the people person and brought in their business. Mitch must be the brains. Since in Kristen’s opinion, he was currently acting pretty brainless, it was a scary thought.
But if it worked for them, great. Only not so great if Mitch was being investigated and Jeremy wasn’t. Jeremy could make a good case for denying any knowledgeof what Mitch had been doing. Whatever that turned out to be.
Kristen reached into her file drawer and removed the bottle of water she kept out of sight. Plastic bottled water didn’t fit with the decor. After taking a swig, she put it back and stared at her computer screen. Tapping her Revlon Red nails—a new habit she kinda liked—Kristen considered her next move.
She wanted access to the private stuff about Jeremy Sloane, except there were ethics involved here. She could justify investigating Mitch because of her personal involvement with him. Or potential personal involvement. But investigating his business partner was a stretch. Mitch would have to hire Noir Blanc and Kristen knew he wouldn’t do that. There needed to be paperwork to document an investigative request and if they were subpoenaed—not likely—that paperwork would be examined.
Her father ran a squeaky clean operation and Kristen wasn’t going to jeopardize that.
What to do, what to do.
Start that paper trail, for one thing. So she was her own client. She’d be up front about it. And she’d use one of their Dating Security packets, too. She was allowed to date, right? And…and maybe she’d like to invest, too. Maybe…maybe she became interested after meeting Mitch. And…and she was thinking of using his financial services. Yeah. That would do it. Never mind that she didn’t have anything to invest. She was looking ahead. Planning for the future.
And if investigating whether Mitch was on the up-and-up—there were those nasty blocks and bars in hisrecords, after all—she needed to delve into his company, because of her future investing and all, well, a girl couldn’t be too careful these days. Therefore, didn’t it make perfect sense to investigate his company and, by extension, his partner in crime? Bad choice of words.
Kristen got into character. “Why, Mr. District Attorney—” insert batting of eyelashes “—when I couldn’t find out anything about Mitch, what was I to do? I mean, I could have lost my life savings as well as my virtue.”
Oh, yeah. That would be convincing. Maybe she should go for the cynical-burned-by-life-yet-still-hopeful type. “Mr. District Attorney, I’d been burned before—” insert Scarlett O’Hara I’ll-never-be-hungry-again expression “—and I wasn’t going to get burned again.”
Bingo. She could so sell that if she had to.
Okay. Paperwork done. Everything on the up-and-up. Commencing investigation of Sloane and Donner Financial Services.
Noir Blanc owned various software programs that provided access to detailed databases and subscribed on
Now she did. He was on the short side in high school, if Kristen recalled correctly. With the experience of years, she figured that he must have had short-man syndrome even then. It was easy to find a current picture of him on the Internet. Lots of pictures of him, as a matter of fact.
Kristen clicked through them, noticing the ritzy locales, the parties, the women and all the props men with inadequacy issues surrounded themselves with to feel important. Oh, she so knew the type.
Or, again, she could just be overly cynical.
However, unless he was dating only six-foot-four models, he was still short. Good-looking, though, if a woman went for the carefully groomed, capped teeth, buffed nails type rather than the could-use-a-haircut-red-Santa-hoodie-wearing type.
Hypothetically.
And because it was easier to investigate Jeremy than Mitch, Kristen did so.
Within ten minutes, Kristen had figured out their working relationship. Mitch was not in a single one of the “see and be seen” pictures. Jeremy was clearly the people person and brought in their business. Mitch must be the brains. Since in Kristen’s opinion, he was currently acting pretty brainless, it was a scary thought.
But if it worked for them, great. Only not so great if Mitch was being investigated and Jeremy wasn’t. Jeremy could make a good case for denying any knowledgeof what Mitch had been doing. Whatever that turned out to be.
Kristen reached into her file drawer and removed the bottle of water she kept out of sight. Plastic bottled water didn’t fit with the decor. After taking a swig, she put it back and stared at her computer screen. Tapping her Revlon Red nails—a new habit she kinda liked—Kristen considered her next move.
She wanted access to the private stuff about Jeremy Sloane, except there were ethics involved here. She could justify investigating Mitch because of her personal involvement with him. Or potential personal involvement. But investigating his business partner was a stretch. Mitch would have to hire Noir Blanc and Kristen knew he wouldn’t do that. There needed to be paperwork to document an investigative request and if they were subpoenaed—not likely—that paperwork would be examined.
Her father ran a squeaky clean operation and Kristen wasn’t going to jeopardize that.
What to do, what to do.
Start that paper trail, for one thing. So she was her own client. She’d be up front about it. And she’d use one of their Dating Security packets, too. She was allowed to date, right? And…and maybe she’d like to invest, too. Maybe…maybe she became interested after meeting Mitch. And…and she was thinking of using his financial services. Yeah. That would do it. Never mind that she didn’t have anything to invest. She was looking ahead. Planning for the future.
And if investigating whether Mitch was on the up-and-up—there were those nasty blocks and bars in hisrecords, after all—she needed to delve into his company, because of her future investing and all, well, a girl couldn’t be too careful these days. Therefore, didn’t it make perfect sense to investigate his company and, by extension, his partner in crime? Bad choice of words.
Kristen got into character. “Why, Mr. District Attorney—” insert batting of eyelashes “—when I couldn’t find out anything about Mitch, what was I to do? I mean, I could have lost my life savings as well as my virtue.”
Oh, yeah. That would be convincing. Maybe she should go for the cynical-burned-by-life-yet-still-hopeful type. “Mr. District Attorney, I’d been burned before—” insert Scarlett O’Hara I’ll-never-be-hungry-again expression “—and I wasn’t going to get burned again.”
Bingo. She could so sell that if she had to.
Okay. Paperwork done. Everything on the up-and-up. Commencing investigation of Sloane and Donner Financial Services.
Noir Blanc owned various software programs that provided access to detailed databases and subscribed on
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