During the day on Friday, Tyler went to his apartment to get a few things for our weekend trip, and I dropped the key off at Tildy’s office before going to see Kevin in IT.
“Hey, Kevin,” I said in greeting. He was working on a motherboard.
“What’s up, man?” He set his work aside and focused on me. “There hasn’t been any activity since the last time we spoke.”
“I don’t think there will be, not anymore. Unless I decide to plant another red herring. It may not come to that.” I sat on the edge of his desk. “I need another favor. I believe that one of Englemann’s employees is feeding information to the perpetrators.”
Kevin was shocked. “No s**t?” He leaned back in his chair. “Why?”
“Revenge, at the very least. I need you to monitor this guy’s computer,” I took a Post-It and wrote a name on
