Darkness Splintered(63)

I frowned. The name rang a distant bell – I'd seen or heard that name somewhere before. Where, though? "What do they manufacture?"

 

"I have no idea, because I can't uncover much information about them or what they actually do. I suspect they might be a shelf company, except for the fact that they own that warehouse."

 

"Can't shelf companies own assets?"

 

"I wouldn't have thought so, given they were initially designed for people wanting to start a new company without the hassle of all the paperwork required to create one."

 

"When did they buy the warehouse? There has to be some records of that."

 

"There is." He glanced down, and I heard the clicking of a keyboard. Jak was the old-fashioned type – none of these fancy light screens and keyboards for him. Hell, he still jotted down most of his notes in an actual notebook, rather than using his smartphone. "It was purchased twenty-eight years ago."

 

I frowned. I'd been born twenty-eight years ago. Which didn't actually mean anything, beyond the suspicion that it wasn't actually coincidental. "Who by?"

 

"A bloke by the name of Michael Greenfield is the registered owner of the company. Problem is, the only Michael Greenfield I can find is in the matches and dispatches database – he apparently died forty-odd years ago."

 

I wondered if he was any relation to Adeline Greenfield, the witch who'd taught me to astral travel. "Meaning someone is either using his name, or the Michael Greenfield registered as the owner of that building was born overseas, not here."

 

"Yep. I've just sent a request to an English mate to search the databases there, but I don't know anyone in the U.S. or in Europe who could help us."

 

"You could always join ancestry.com," I said, only half joking.

 

He snorted. "That wouldn't help us if he's changed his name."

 

True. And knowing our luck, there'd be thousands of Michael Greenfields out there in the wider world. "I'll get Stane on it, too."

 

That's if Stane hadn't had enough of my near constant requests for help.

 

"Between us, we might be able to find something," he said. "I'll send you through what I've found, and I've asked Jason – the English mate – to copy you on any replies he makes. If you could do the same with Stane, I'd appreciate it."