XVII: Bare
"Nathalie, did you find anything unusual?" Travis asked, over the microphone.
The woman sighed in response. "No, Trav. I've searched all night, but that fucking impostor works clean. He left no evidence." She said, entering a local bar. "How about you?" She added.
"Nothing, as well. But I've been trying to contact Mr. Benjamin since yesterday, her assistant keeps telling me to call back in a few days." The man responded.
"Well, that's suspicious. He should've been active because he's the third man in command now. I'll try to visit his office later on." The woman assured her, as she sit on a stool.
"Okay. Are you going home now?" Travis asked.
"Not yet. I'll just blow off some steam and I'll be there. Give me an hour." She said, motioning to the bartender behind the bar to order a drink.
"Okay, Nath. Leave your microphone on, in in case you encountered something." He said.