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He lied to me? That jerk! But at the same time, I wondered if what Corey said was true. Was he lying to impress me? The fact that he thought he had to lie to impress me was somehow amusing. Wasn’t it enough to be rich and handsome? “So you find out from a source that Mr. Coaltar is suddenly showing up in the wrong part of town. You take a look at his cell phone record and sure enough, he’s broken his old pattern.” I tapped my fingers against my thigh. “Your source who noticed him with gang members didn’t listen in as to what he wanted?”
“He wasn’t able to get in on that. He just thought we should know someone didn’t fit there.” He waved his hand through the air. “But we’ll figure it out. He’s just in a position to where if he wanted to do something really destructive, he could. He’s got the financial power and some influence.”
“But I’ll be stuck here until you do.”
“Do you feel stuck?”
“I guess I don’t like the idea of hiding for a month.”
“What would you rather do?”
I drummed my fingers. “Can’t we just go spy on Coaltar and follow him when he goes to talk to these gangs? I mean why not just sneak around with him? Let’s go do that.”
“I’m not supposed to let you near Coaltar.”
I huffed. “Can’t we do something? I mean,” I paused, trying to figure out the next move. “What about checking out that Fitzgerald guy?”
“Who?”
“That guy that cut us off. He looked like a bodyguard. At least I thought he was, but something was weird about him. He didn’t act like a bodyguard. Maybe Coaltar’s doing business with him.”
He tapped his fingertip against his chin. “He mentioned that?”
“Not directly. He didn’t want me getting closer to Coaltar. Isn’t that a good reason to check him out?”
“Hm. Guess we could check him out. Next best thing to following a suspect is following the suspect’s friends.” He spun around, rubbing a palm over the top of his sun-kissed hair and sitting up. “If the others can keep Coaltar occupied, I suppose we could at least see who Mr. Fitzgerald is and why he might be interested in Coaltar.”
“Can we look at Coaltar’s phone records?” I asked.
He nodded. “Maybe Mr. Fitzgerald called him.” He stood and hovered on the floor like he wasn’t sure which direction to go first and then did a half jog to the bedroom door.
I followed him out into the living room. Brandon’s bedroom door was closed. Music played from that direction, something deep and melancholy.
Corey sat at one of the workstations. I took the office chair next to him. He scanned a table of data and did a quick search for a name in one of his files. “There’s a Fitzgerald that called three weeks ago. Mr. Coaltar called him back ten minutes later. Each call lasted less than a minute and neither has called the other ever since.”
“Because they didn’t want to talk over the phone?” I asked.
Corey shrugged heavily. “I can do some guesswork but what do I know? It could have been asking him to have coffee, or it could have been asking him for anything.”
I tapped my fingers on the top of the workstation in front of me. “Has Mr. Fitzgerald ever called him before?”
Corey shook his head. “Not in the past year.”
“When did Coaltar start going out on these wild goose chases to the shady parts of town.”
Corey nodded slowly as he checked some notes. “Three weeks ago.” He stood up, crossing the room at a jog and knocked on the closed bedroom door. “Brandon!”
“What?” Brandon called back, sounding muffled. Was he sleeping?
“We’ve got a new lead.”
Footsteps sounded and the door opened. Brandon, wearing just a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, squinted his eyes out from his darkened room. “Where?”
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Brandon put on some jeans and a long sleeve T-shirt and Corey put on a hoodie. Corey traced Fitzgerald’s phone number back to his residence: another one of the downtown homes. We hopped in Brandon’s SUV and were off to find his house.
“We’ll start there,” Brandon said after we caught him up on the details. He turned the SUV out of the lot and headed downtown. “Check out his house for now, and try to figure out more about him.”
Corey had his nose in his phone as he sat in the back seat. “There’s not a lot on him on the internet. He’s a supporter of local charities. He’s got an adult kid that lives out of the house now. He divorced fifteen years ago and three years ago he married a girl half his age. His second wife adopted a little girl two years ago. The little girl is four now. They’re rich, but not of interest to society journalists.”
“He said he had a new wife at the party,” I said.
“Sounds like he lied,” Core said. “There’s nothing about a third divorce and marriage so he had to be using it as a ruse.”
I had thought so but this confirmed it. “Does he work?” I asked.
Corey shook his head. “I’d need to do some more research, but from what I’m reading, it’s old money. Living on dividends.”
Brandon found the street we wanted and made a circle around the block. Mr. Fitzgerald’s house wasn’t far from the Market Street tourist buildings. Brandon parked off the street near the outdoor market.
I climbed out, checking up and down the street at the handful of tourists and the occasional local walking around. It felt weird being back here after Dr. Roberts found me. Part of me wondered if more Academy members were walking around here and I just didn’t know.
Corey dug out a black digital camera and hung it from his wrist.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“So we look like tourists,” he said. “And if we find something interesting we need to check out later.”
“I thought we didn’t collect evidence.”
Brandon’s arm encircled my neck to redirect my attention. “Listen to you, saying all this we stuff. How cute.” He tugged me toward the sidewalk. “Come on, smarty pants. Let’s find your lead.”
The crisp air I had felt the day before had changed into something warmer with the afternoon sun. October was a mix of weather in South Carolina, shifting every couple of days from summer heat to frostbite mornings. It also made for incredible allergies. I could already feel the ache of a headache right between my eyes.
Or maybe it was the throbbing scope mark.
We took our time as we cut across the street and headed west away from the tourist areas. We stopped occasionally to take photographs of old buildings. The closer we got to the house, the more they wanted us to look like tourists in case any of the Fitzgerald family drove by.
Brandon and Corey knew the area better than I did. I walked between them, feeling a lucky because they were good-looking and tall. I brushed arms with Corey a lot, sometimes by accident and sometimes on purpose. He’d push back with his arm and grin. When the back of his hand brushed mine and our pinkies met, I got the wiggles as bad as a girl with a boy band crush. When it got too intense with his incredible smile, I looked over, and there was Brandon, a mirror image. There was no escape. Brandon’s sad eyes dropped me back a few notches as he looked quizzically at me like he couldn’t figure out why I was smiling so much.
When we found the house downtown, Corey and Brandon turned at the corner, looking up and down the cross street.
I paused, standing in between them as if having a conversation, but my eyes went right for Mr. Fitzgerald’s’ front door. “There’s not a car in the drive,” I said.
“Will you stop staring?” Brandon asked.
“Someone’s got to look,” I said. I couldn’t help it. We were here now and I was curious. “What are we here for?”
Brandon grabbed my elbow and spun me until I was facing both of them. “Look like you’re talking to us.”
“How are we supposed to spy on him if we can’t even look at him?” I asked.
“Stop talking about spying, for one,” Brandon said.
“No spy talk?
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“No spy talk. We’re just here to take a few pictures of these pretty houses like all the other tourists.”
Corey started up the black camera. He held it toward my face. “Smile, Kayli.”
I made a face with my tongue sticking out.
He snapped a photo and then grinned at the result. “Beautiful. That’s going on Facebook.” He pointed toward the street. “Stand in front of that nice house over there.”
Brandon snagged my arm to position me next to him. I stood on my toes so I could give Brandon bunny ears. To my surprise, when Brandon figured out what I was up to, he bent over slightly so I had an easier time. It was a funny move, since I considered him so much more serious than his brother. This was the type of Brandon I could tolerate, one who wasn’t yelling at me and maybe actually enjoying himself.
“Do we need to know what his house looks like from the outside?” I asked. “Because it’s green and there’s not a car in the drive. And there’s a bunch of bushes that are square shaped.”
Brandon smiled for the picture Corey was taking and then talked through his teeth. “Will you stop talking about it and just go with the flow? You’re the worst spy ever.”
