“We’ve got coffee shops. Restaurants. Dry cleaner’s. Bank. The occasional strip club.” She pauses, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “We’ve got his mother’s and brother’s homes, his friends’ homes, uncle’s, sister’s, blah, blah, blah.”
She pauses again for more typing, then makes a face. “We’ve got three different sperm banks, if you can believe it. Apparently those oversized testicles were earning him some pocket money.”
Doc chuckles. “Way to make lemonade from your big lemons, dude.”
Tabby glances at him, then at me, then shakes her head and goes back to typing.
“Here’s the address match for the coordinates Killian gave you. It’s a three-thousand-square-meter estate on a twenty-hectare parcel bought by Slavtek Corporation two months ago for eighteen million American dollars.”
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