instances.
“I’ll get our IT people on this, see if they can trace the IP address and find out who hosts this site,” Stacy said.
“Since Clem read about a hitman site on the FBI webpage initially, let’s see if we can find the article. Maybe someone at the FBI can provide us with some helpful information.” Andi’s fingers flew over the keyboard typing in hitman for hire . The article she sought was second up. “Here you go.” She read off the agent’s name and contact info to Stacy, who wrote it down in a small notebook.
“Brilliant, Andi. I take it back. Either quit Orion’s Belt and come work for me tomorrow, or stop using plural pronouns.”
Andi pretended to think about it. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stay where I am for the time being…and I promise I’ll try not to say ‘we’ or ‘us’ again.”
The LT shook her head, as if to say, I’ll bet .
Father Riley shot Andi a wry grin. “The Belt probably pays better, anyway.”
“Maybe so, but the worst would be, if I went to work for Stacy, I’d have to quit dating Jack and that’s not something I’m willing to do.” She glanced at Stacy. “Sorry.”
The LT laughed. “Don’t be, I get your point. Let’s move on.”
Next, Andi inserted the liquidator hitman into Google. The task of sorting through the multitude of listings about both the movie and the merchandise-liquidation TV series was laborious, but it netted several items about various law enforcement agencies searching for the paid killer. In one, they discovered he’d come close to being caught and had left behind what might be his weapon of choice, The Hitman's Heatmaker, a level-one sniper rifle.
“Sloppy,” Stacy commented. “When you talk to Clem again, try to pin him down on the exact choices he made on the questionnaire. Maybe we can get a lead on The Liquidator somehow with that information.”
Andi added a note on her new to-do list to print out the hitman form when she got home.
“What about making contact with some of the people who’ve been imprisoned after hiring the hitman?” Father Riley suggested. “We’ve come across two or three here in the Northwest alone.”
“That could be an option,” Stacy said.
“I volunteer to speak to them,” the priest went on. He glanced at Andi and grinned. “I could reprise my author persona and say I’m writing a book about hitmen.”
Andi grinned, remembering how she’d made up the author story so she could get information out of her dentist that would help trap Sherry’s killer. “Worked before.”
“Like a charm,” Father Riley agreed.
“You two make a great mutual admiration society,” the LT commented, her tone dry.
Andi and her cohort in crime-fighting both laughed.
“Moving on,” Stacy said, “and please note that I did not say you couldn’t pursue that lead.”
Score one for their team. “Shall I talk to Vaughn?” Andi asked.
“Ordinarily, I’d say no, but since Vaughn already knows you hear dead people, I’ll agree to it. Just remember to advise him that this must remain confidential.”
“I trust him,” Andi said, “and I think after our conversation, he’s probably been mulling over the changes he mentioned in Clem. Maybe we’ll get lucky and Clem will have said something to him that will help us.” She didn’t actually believe that was going to happen, but a girl needed to stay positive, didn’t she?
Stacy seemed entranced by the pen she tapped against her notebook. She glanced up at Father Riley. “You’ve already spoken with Avery about the autopsy, right?”
“Yes, he confirmed it was an aneurism.”
“And he did a tox screen?”
“As a matter of course, but he doesn’t expect results back for a couple of weeks.”
Stacy jotted something in her notebook. “I’ll see if I can get a rush on it. We want to make sure wifey didn’t poison him or something because she found out he was planning to off her.”
“You don’t really think that,” Andi said,
“I’ll get our IT people on this, see if they can trace the IP address and find out who hosts this site,” Stacy said.
“Since Clem read about a hitman site on the FBI webpage initially, let’s see if we can find the article. Maybe someone at the FBI can provide us with some helpful information.” Andi’s fingers flew over the keyboard typing in hitman for hire . The article she sought was second up. “Here you go.” She read off the agent’s name and contact info to Stacy, who wrote it down in a small notebook.
“Brilliant, Andi. I take it back. Either quit Orion’s Belt and come work for me tomorrow, or stop using plural pronouns.”
Andi pretended to think about it. “Thanks, but I think I’ll stay where I am for the time being…and I promise I’ll try not to say ‘we’ or ‘us’ again.”
The LT shook her head, as if to say, I’ll bet .
Father Riley shot Andi a wry grin. “The Belt probably pays better, anyway.”
“Maybe so, but the worst would be, if I went to work for Stacy, I’d have to quit dating Jack and that’s not something I’m willing to do.” She glanced at Stacy. “Sorry.”
The LT laughed. “Don’t be, I get your point. Let’s move on.”
Next, Andi inserted the liquidator hitman into Google. The task of sorting through the multitude of listings about both the movie and the merchandise-liquidation TV series was laborious, but it netted several items about various law enforcement agencies searching for the paid killer. In one, they discovered he’d come close to being caught and had left behind what might be his weapon of choice, The Hitman's Heatmaker, a level-one sniper rifle.
“Sloppy,” Stacy commented. “When you talk to Clem again, try to pin him down on the exact choices he made on the questionnaire. Maybe we can get a lead on The Liquidator somehow with that information.”
Andi added a note on her new to-do list to print out the hitman form when she got home.
“What about making contact with some of the people who’ve been imprisoned after hiring the hitman?” Father Riley suggested. “We’ve come across two or three here in the Northwest alone.”
“That could be an option,” Stacy said.
“I volunteer to speak to them,” the priest went on. He glanced at Andi and grinned. “I could reprise my author persona and say I’m writing a book about hitmen.”
Andi grinned, remembering how she’d made up the author story so she could get information out of her dentist that would help trap Sherry’s killer. “Worked before.”
“Like a charm,” Father Riley agreed.
“You two make a great mutual admiration society,” the LT commented, her tone dry.
Andi and her cohort in crime-fighting both laughed.
“Moving on,” Stacy said, “and please note that I did not say you couldn’t pursue that lead.”
Score one for their team. “Shall I talk to Vaughn?” Andi asked.
“Ordinarily, I’d say no, but since Vaughn already knows you hear dead people, I’ll agree to it. Just remember to advise him that this must remain confidential.”
“I trust him,” Andi said, “and I think after our conversation, he’s probably been mulling over the changes he mentioned in Clem. Maybe we’ll get lucky and Clem will have said something to him that will help us.” She didn’t actually believe that was going to happen, but a girl needed to stay positive, didn’t she?
Stacy seemed entranced by the pen she tapped against her notebook. She glanced up at Father Riley. “You’ve already spoken with Avery about the autopsy, right?”
“Yes, he confirmed it was an aneurism.”
“And he did a tox screen?”
“As a matter of course, but he doesn’t expect results back for a couple of weeks.”
Stacy jotted something in her notebook. “I’ll see if I can get a rush on it. We want to make sure wifey didn’t poison him or something because she found out he was planning to off her.”
“You don’t really think that,” Andi said,
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