82Tek’s computer alerted him to a message from Janet Peters that enclosed the suspicious activity records that Girardi wanted him to compare to the filings made to the United States Treasury. It would be short work to reformat the information and map it into his program. It was happy work in his current mood so he wrinkled his nose when a call interrupted him.
“Tecumseh Carrier,” he said into the phone. A longer than usual pause prompted him to ask if anyone was there.
“Sorry,” Perriman Girardi responded. “You threw me with your full name. I never heard it said out loud before.”
Tek giggled. “Only my mother and sister call me that, usually when they’re angry.”
“Are you from a military family?” Girardi asked.
“No, I come from a weird family. Please don’t ask how I got the name.”
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