can find anything on the net. Want to treasure hunt with me? Maybe we could find it and collect a reward,” Becki said with a laugh.
Trevor forced a smile and choked out a reply, “I can think of many more interesting things to do together, sweets. Let’s leave treasure hunting to the experts.”
As they pulled into the parking garage, Becki leaned over and kissed Trevor on the cheek. “Thanks for everything Trev. I really needed to blow off some steam.”
“The offer still stands, doll face, dinner, dancing, moonlight and a little magic?” he tempted.
Becki kissed him again, a smacking kiss on the lips. “Magic, my ass,” she grinned.
“If only you knew,” he answered with a grin of his own.
Climbing out to walk toward her car, she looked back and promised, “Some other time for dinner, my treat.”
“You got it doll face, but I buy. Let me know when.”
“Ok, I’ll see you at the Pub later this week.”
“Yea, you can let me do a body shot,” Trevor said with a wink, and then he roared out of the parking garage at full speed.
Becki laughed shaking her head; he was a trip. Too bad she didn’t feel the same attraction to him that she felt for Royce.
Great, where had that thought come from? Hadn’t she just spent the last couple hours getting him out of her head? She checked her phone, and she saw a missed call from Nat undoubtedly reminding her of their dinner plans. She would talk to her at Kurt’s house. There was just enough time to run home, shower, change clothes, and stop at the market. Becki didn’t want to be late.
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“Got him,” Sean said. They had rigged a receptor module in the parking garage close to Becki’s car, knowing that Trevor would bring Becki back to pick up the little yellow thing sooner or later. The security camera had shown them entering the garage, and Sean had been able to remotely verify the DNA capture.
Sean had wisely kept any and all thoughts to himself, appearing to be busy with very technical computer stuff, when the camera captured Becki kissing Trevor. Sean had expected Royce to explode, but actually the opposite occurred. Royce had observed the situation in deadly silence, which in Sean’s opinion spoke volumes.
When Becki kissed Trevor for the second time, Sean had quickly turned off the video feed from the garage. Royce had not moved, as if he were glued to the spot.
Sean concentrated on importing the DNA capture into his new tracking program. He then created alerts, based on certain locations, and radiuses surrounding Becki’s home and other previously identified points of concern.
Finally Royce spoke, “I want to know where he lives, where he goes, and with whom. I want to know if he gets within one mile of her.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Royce continued, “I want to know if he makes any phone calls; I want to know if he sleeps with the lights on; I even want to know if he takes cream in his coffee. In case I’m not being clear, if he takes a piss, I want to know.”
Royce headed to the refrigerator. He needed a beer. He also needed to get this coin business wrapped up. They were getting closer; he had a sixth sense about it.
Once this job was done, he would be giving serious consideration to a desk job. Hell, he was already giving it semi-serious consideration.
There was going to have to be some serious sucking-up where Becki was concerned. If she ever spoke to him again, it would be a miracle. He drained the bottle of beer, and then patted his shirt pocket looking for smokes again.
“Go buy me a pack of smokes.”
“No can do boss,” Sean responded without taking his eyes off the computer screen.
“I’m your boss,” Royce reminded him.
“Yes,” Sean agreed, “but I’m more frightened of Joanna than I am of you.”
“I understand; me, too. Forget it.”
Sean’s computer beeped, “Success,” he congratulated himself. “Ok, I’ve already set your cell up with the tracking program. You can pin-point him twenty-four-seven. I’ve set an alert for your phone and mine if he goes near Kurt’s house, Becki’s house, or the Pub,” Sean said, pointing to a new icon on Royce’s screen.
“Nice,” Royce said, checking it out.
“I thought so,” Sean said with a cocky attitude. That was the downside to working with a brainiac. Humility rarely entered into the equation. “What’s this one?” Royce asked, pointing to a new smiley-face icon. “Oh, that’s Becki’s”