It was 10:30 in the evening when they reached Pearson Hardman. The office was oddly empty and most of the associates had called it a day. Mike let Max in Harvey’s office so they could work more privately in his sitting area. Max flipped through one of Harvey’s record collections noting that Earl would love his taste in music.
She sat on the couch and started guessing his password. For a billionaire with key investments in financing, real estate, technology and infrastructure, Martin Channing like his daughter oddly believed in hiding things in plain sight. His password was wedged between Caroline’s first name and last name. It was ‘Wesbox,’ the name of Martin Channing’s father and Caroline’s grandfather.
Max opened his email log while Mike grabbed some snacks from the pantry. It had been a long day and they hadn’t eaten since lunch time. He tossed her a Twinkie and sat next to her.
“Damn! Nothing…” Mike said stuffing his mouth full with the Twinkie.
Max told Mike how criminals never sent emails because they were traceable. They would either call from an unknown number or throw a rock at your window with a note attached made out of cut out letters so they were unidentifiable.
“You watch way too many crime shows,” he teased.“Noob,” she retorted sticking her tongue out.
Max decided to explore another option. She clicked on the search feature and selected the ‘date modified’ option. All of a sudden random files flooded the window. There were a lot of unlabelled audio files with date stamps on them.
Mike clicked on the first one, then the second and the rest that had followed. Intrigued, the pair couldn’t stop listening. Everything was suddenly crystal clear except for the name of the culprit.
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