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we don’t see your ass for about a month,” Benny called to me as I made my way across the parking lot to my car.
“Not to worry ,” I called back.
Chapter Fourteen
“ Talk about a collection of unhappy campers. I don’t think I’ll be darkening their door for a while,” I said to Louie.
We were sipping coffee i n the office the following morning. Louie was checking his watch every other minute because he had another DUI court date at eleven. The courthouse was only a five-minute drive away.
“Yeah, that pretty much sums up the place. Last time I was there the beer was warm and the employees were cold.”
“Pain in the ass is what they were,” I said.
“No argument, just think how it would be to work in that joint. So what’s your next stop?”
“Next stop ? I’ll check with her former neighbors, maybe go up to that office suite in the Bremer Tower. I don’t know.”
“You going to talk to that Driscoll guy?”
“I don’t see any point, at least not until I can get a little more background information. As it stands now , what can I say to him? A woman you fired over the phone for being unprofessional stole files from your firm. She’s dead now, but before she died she told me she was in a relationship with you eight years ago and that you have a tattoo. Not exactly earth shattering and let me just make a wild guess that old Gas wouldn’t talk to me anyway. She did steal files, he does have a tattoo. So what? As much as I may believe what she told me, there is nothing in Desi’s version of the story that I can prove.”
“Doesn’t sound too promising,” Louie said.
“You think?”
Louie headed off to the courthouse a ha lf hour later. I decided to dial the number for Touchier and Touchier, only because I couldn’t think of anything else to do.
“Gaston Enterprises,” a perky voice answered.
I was caught off guard.
“Oh , I’m sorry, I must have misdialed.”
“We re you attempting to reach Touchier and Touchier architectural firm?’
“Yes, I was.”
“Our name was changed a few months ago. The name change still confuses a few people,” she said.
‘Still confused’ seemed to cover me on just about any morning.
“How may I help you , Sir?”
“I’m trying to reach Helen Olsen, in you r HR department.”
“Helen Olsen?”
“Yeah, in HR. Well at least she was in HR a few years back. Maybe she’s moved to a different area.”
“I’m sorry , Sir. I’m not aware of anyone by that name in our organization. What was this in relation to?”
I didn’t think ‘murder’ was a suitable response. “Maybe if I could speak to someone in your HR department?”
“Certainly… connecting you now, Sir. Enjoy your day.” Click.
Whoever the polite, perky receptionist was, she wouldn’t have fit in at Nasty’s. My transferred call was picked up on the third ring.
“ H.R. this is Dawn Miller.”
“Hello Dawn, my name is Dev lin Haskell. I was attempting to reach a woman, who at one time, worked in your HR department. I’m wondering if perhaps she moved to another area or possibly married and changed her name.”
“Who were you trying to reach , Sir?”
“Her name is or was Helen Olsen.”
It was suddenly a repeat of the previous night. I could feel the freeze coming through the phone. “There is no one by that name in our organization.”
“M aybe she changed her name and…”
“If she had . I would certainly be aware of that, Sir. No one by that name is employed by this organization.”
“Was she at one time? If there was a way I could get hold of her I…”
“I wouldn’t have that information, Sir. And even if I did, our privacy policy would prohibit me from providing that information to you.”
“But she did work there, at one time, in your Human Resources department?”
“Your name again, Sir?”
I couldn’t see any benefit to alerting this woman, Gaston Driscoll or anyone else for that matter to who I was.
“Thank you,” I said and
“Not to worry ,” I called back.
Chapter Fourteen
“ Talk about a collection of unhappy campers. I don’t think I’ll be darkening their door for a while,” I said to Louie.
We were sipping coffee i n the office the following morning. Louie was checking his watch every other minute because he had another DUI court date at eleven. The courthouse was only a five-minute drive away.
“Yeah, that pretty much sums up the place. Last time I was there the beer was warm and the employees were cold.”
“Pain in the ass is what they were,” I said.
“No argument, just think how it would be to work in that joint. So what’s your next stop?”
“Next stop ? I’ll check with her former neighbors, maybe go up to that office suite in the Bremer Tower. I don’t know.”
“You going to talk to that Driscoll guy?”
“I don’t see any point, at least not until I can get a little more background information. As it stands now , what can I say to him? A woman you fired over the phone for being unprofessional stole files from your firm. She’s dead now, but before she died she told me she was in a relationship with you eight years ago and that you have a tattoo. Not exactly earth shattering and let me just make a wild guess that old Gas wouldn’t talk to me anyway. She did steal files, he does have a tattoo. So what? As much as I may believe what she told me, there is nothing in Desi’s version of the story that I can prove.”
“Doesn’t sound too promising,” Louie said.
“You think?”
Louie headed off to the courthouse a ha lf hour later. I decided to dial the number for Touchier and Touchier, only because I couldn’t think of anything else to do.
“Gaston Enterprises,” a perky voice answered.
I was caught off guard.
“Oh , I’m sorry, I must have misdialed.”
“We re you attempting to reach Touchier and Touchier architectural firm?’
“Yes, I was.”
“Our name was changed a few months ago. The name change still confuses a few people,” she said.
‘Still confused’ seemed to cover me on just about any morning.
“How may I help you , Sir?”
“I’m trying to reach Helen Olsen, in you r HR department.”
“Helen Olsen?”
“Yeah, in HR. Well at least she was in HR a few years back. Maybe she’s moved to a different area.”
“I’m sorry , Sir. I’m not aware of anyone by that name in our organization. What was this in relation to?”
I didn’t think ‘murder’ was a suitable response. “Maybe if I could speak to someone in your HR department?”
“Certainly… connecting you now, Sir. Enjoy your day.” Click.
Whoever the polite, perky receptionist was, she wouldn’t have fit in at Nasty’s. My transferred call was picked up on the third ring.
“ H.R. this is Dawn Miller.”
“Hello Dawn, my name is Dev lin Haskell. I was attempting to reach a woman, who at one time, worked in your HR department. I’m wondering if perhaps she moved to another area or possibly married and changed her name.”
“Who were you trying to reach , Sir?”
“Her name is or was Helen Olsen.”
It was suddenly a repeat of the previous night. I could feel the freeze coming through the phone. “There is no one by that name in our organization.”
“M aybe she changed her name and…”
“If she had . I would certainly be aware of that, Sir. No one by that name is employed by this organization.”
“Was she at one time? If there was a way I could get hold of her I…”
“I wouldn’t have that information, Sir. And even if I did, our privacy policy would prohibit me from providing that information to you.”
“But she did work there, at one time, in your Human Resources department?”
“Your name again, Sir?”
I couldn’t see any benefit to alerting this woman, Gaston Driscoll or anyone else for that matter to who I was.
“Thank you,” I said and
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