While Ken was busy, Sean read the files. On the surface, Mr. Cox appeared to be an upstanding citizen. He was fifty-two, divorced, no children, owned a cottage on the lake as well as his house in the city, and was on the boards of two charity groups.
“He’s the sole proprietor of his law firm,” Ken said.
“Just read that.” Sean tapped the file. “No partner or associate, one secretary, one receptionist. Anything on his bank accounts?”
“Damn, hang on. I’m only one man.”
Sean chuckled, asking, “Is it okay if I use one of the computers?”
“No problem, if you know what you’re doing.”
Despite the seriousness of what they were trying to accomplish, Sean whapped the back of Ken’s head before sitting down at the computer next to him.
Ken looked at him is surprise. “What was that for?”
“For not believing I know my job. I can research with the best of them—on some things.” He grinned at Ken, then set to work.
A while later, they were sitting at the table again, comparing notes.