DanaEarly Friday Afternoon, February 13th
Morelville, Ohio
“Russ, hi.”
“Hey, how’s it going out there?”
“I’m working the Brietland case. I spent yesterday tailing around a future heiress gone awry. Warren Breitland wants a report out of me tomorrow and I’ve got most of the information he needs but there are some loose ends that I’m trying to tie up.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
I leaned back in my swivel chair and looked out the little window of my writing shack that faced toward the house. Taking a deep breath I plunged in, “I’m absolutely stymied trying to pinpoint one of her associates. I have a name, Conal Floyd, and a plate number. My contact downstairs there ran the plate for me and got me an address near here but it’s no good...an empty lot. His background check didn’t turn u
