Chapter 63

“Bingo. Wanta come with me?”

“You bet.”

“The guy who called,” I said for the benefit of George and Mike, “is in charge of security at a chain of gas stations for a multi-county region. We sort of stumbled on information about last night’s possible theft while working another case. I alerted him to what might happen, and the quid pro quois getting my foot in the door with his company.”

“You ‘stumbled’ on information?” Mike said.

“Actually Nate did, to give credit where it’s due.”

“How do you ‘stumble’ on information like that?”

“If you have exceptional hearing—and happen to be in the right place at the right time—you overhear things… like conversations… like one side of a phone call, etcetera,” Nate said.

“I didn’t know you were helping Q, Nate,” George said.

“I do what I can, when I can,” Nate said. “It’s kind of fun.”

{Babe, I think it’s time to change the subject.}

{Yeah, we’re skirting close to a danger zone, aren’t we?}