Mira Cassoni met Dana back at the meeting room at the Gossalor office in Decatur the next morning. A tray of decadent pastries and plump bagels had joined the coffee and water, along with everything a hungry person could think of to top those bagels.
A sure sign that both Dana and Mira’s higher-ups were confident in their imminent success.
Mira wore jeans and a t-shirt now, same as Dana, and her black and silver hair fell loose around her shoulders. They sat in the same places as the day before, each with a steaming hot mug of coffee at the ready.
The feast would have to wait until the job was done.
Dana’s high horsepower laptop was tapped into the HVAC monitoring company’s records for the house over in Cobb County, waiting on distant, massive servers to cycle back to the correct date
