Since I was in the neighborhood, I decided to run by Kozmik and get some face time with Hirschbeck. Enough with voice mails. I had to see him.
I approached the building and spotted Ana Lopez lighting a cigarette as she pushed through the front door. The same spiky-haired Ana Lopez who’d all but thrown me out of Kozmik’s accounting department on my previous visit.
“Hi,” I said.
She turned away, blowing a dragon’s breath of smoke. “What do you want? Like I don’t already know.”
“I’m here to talk to Len Hirschbeck. I have some photos of the guys who may be the real embezzlers.”
She c****d an eyebrow. “Really? Can I see them?”
Fascinating, her sudden curiosity. Might she be in on this? “I thought I wasn’t supposed to talk to you about the case,” I said. Ana rolled her eyes. Score ten for
