“She's on probation?”
“For embezzlement.”
“I thought you said she was good?”
“She is.”
“If she's so good, how'd she get caught?”
“She got cocky,” Garrett said. “Hit the place she worked. But before that she was hacking into companies through their websites. Hitting them a little here a little there. Enough to buy herself a five bedroom house and a couple of cars. The house and the cars are in somebody else's name. Some old friend of the family that lives in the islands somewhere. But she was smart, she kept her apartment and her old Toyota and when she went to the apartment it was always in the Toyota.”
“How's she working out?”
“She's all up in it. Got her working undercover at the company. I'm doing my thing on the outside. It's working, man,” Garrett told his friend. “This could open up a whole line for me, especially with the clientele you’re about to have access to.”
“You got time to look into something for an old frie
nd?”
“Sure, what you got?”
“I need you to find out all you can about a Suzanne and Frank Collins.”
“What’s the deal with them?” Garrett asked.
“She was found dead in her office. He was frustrated with the investigation, so frustrated that he shot himself at her gravesite,” Marcus explained.
“Who’s the client?”
“Carmen Taylor.”
“Carmen Taylor? Where have I heard that name before?”
“She's Desireé Ferguson's sister.”
“The model?”
“Yes, Garrett, the model.”
“What's she like?” Garrett asked excitedly.
“She's very nice.”
“That's not what I meant. Is she fine?”
“As hell. She is so beautiful that it's intimidating. My palms got all sweaty when I met her. And I find myself getting tongue tied when she looks at me. She has such beautifully piercing eyes, and a big pretty smile. Garrett, you just don't know.”
“Maybe you'll introduce me.”
“Maybe.”
“That is unless you're planning on keeping her to yourself?”
“What do you care, you're married,” Marcus said.
“My being married is irrelevant,” Garrett replied.
“Not to Paven. She would think it's relevant.”