Adam leaned back and he thought he had the measure of her. She could do the job well, and no one else would know of her investigation. His request was odd. He wanted her to investigate his old alias, one of his lives right here in New York.
His enemies held records on him, proof about his actions. He needed the records and he needed to know how easily they could be found….and he needed to know if he was right. If his Company had tracked down his old descendants and used them for experiments based on the curiosity about the bloodline, the genes. He had to know….
Plus, it was an interesting trail she’d follow. He wanted to see how she did.
“Depends on what you consider better,” he said. “I need to get information about a man who lived her a while back. Would be an older man if he is still alive. Richard Sanders. Trail goes at least thirty years back. Think you can do that?”
a real case like this might actually end up being a bit exciting. there’s no way to know that
for sure at the moment, of course, but she’s hopeful. assuming he’s got the money to cover
the upfront costs, the private investigator withdraws a document from her desk. a contract,
to be exact. standard one, since she rarely gets a case that requires anything more.
not a whole lot of people try covering their tracks for the entirety of thirty years.
especially not anyone that manages to come across her desk. tracking down the
man & uncovering what she can about him should be an easy enough task. paper
trails, digital footprints, security footage & credit card statements? all of that
makes her job incredibly simple, all she’s got to do is butter up the right assholes.
“ standard contract. i require fifty percent up front,
& you’ve got to cover any miscellaneous costs.
as long as you understand that, then i
can start immediately. “