Lee started talking. “We used to do security. Even though it paid well, it was boring as hell. Made employee retention difficult.”
“Won’t have a problem with retention if we keep monitoring your store. It’s like watching a sit com,” Monty said, his voice heavy on the amusement.
Great.
Monty turned to me. “We asked Dawn to do a transcript of your speech about El Salvador, Mom and Pop shops and the American way and we e-mailed it around. Hank isn’t even on the payroll and he was awarded honorary employee of the week for taking duty on you that day. I would have paid to see his face when he walked into that pot farm.”
Double great.
Not only did Dawn do the transcript, I could be sure she made certain to e-mail it to Lee.
Not to mention the fact that I was break in the day entertainment to Lee’s troops.
Lee let go of my shorts and said, “Fortnum’s will be wired for awhile and we need to get a camera on the front door.”
I looked back at him and his eyes were moving along the screens and I got the impression he didn’t miss a trick.
He briefly glanced at me then back to the screens. He was being professional but I also got the feeling he was ticked about something and trying not to let it show in front of the guys.
“Currently, we do mostly investigations, mainly corporate, embezzlement, fraud, theft. We pick up some domestic investigation, only high-income, usually gathering evidence to substantiate adultery or other incontrovertible grounds to get large alimony and settlements.”
“Usually poking the nanny,” Monty put in. “That’s fun to watch.”
“Depending on the nanny,” Vance spoke for the first time, his voice deep and rich, his eyes off the screens and on my legs, saying he wouldn’t mind watching me get poked if I was the nanny. I was also hoping he wasn’t communicating he didn’t mind just watching me get laid by Lee.
Yikes.
Though, you had to admit, he had balls checking me out in front of Lee.
Lee kept talking. “Staff does rotation in here, depending on what assignment they’re on. That way they don’t have to sit in a windowless room very often and can keep sharp doing field work.”
Lee started to move me to the door and I called, “Later, guys.”
Both looked at me, Monty gave a small wave, Vance grinned. I wondered if I would see the guys later, like, say, Lee had a company picnic.
“Do you have cameras in your office?” I asked Lee when he closed the door.
“Nope.”
Thank God.
“Tell me about Monty,” I went on.
“Monty’s an ex-SEAL, knee injury took him out, the only guy who takes five shifts in surveillance a week. He manages the room. He comes in if we have any field operations, most of which he plans because he’s good at it. He’s been married twenty years, has five kids and may look mellow but even with a bum knee, he’s a serious guy you do not want to mess with.”
Yikes.
“Field operations?”
“Sometimes, end work on a corporate investigation. Mostly when we work with the PD or Feds.”
“What do you do with the police and the government?”
Lee didn’t answer.
I didn’t push.
“And Vance?” I asked.