Nathan Cross preferred old-fashioned investigation.
After hitting a brick wall on his computer, he decided to visit the location himself.
Not minding the threat he had received.
Computers were useful.
Databases were convenient.
But experience had taught him one thing.
The most important answers were rarely found behind a screen.
The following morning, he parked outside the New York State Division of Corporate Records.
The modest government building stood quietly among larger office towers, its aging brick exterior giving little indication of the secrets hidden inside.
Cross stepped through the revolving doors and approached the reception desk.
A middle-aged clerk looked up with a polite smile.
"Good morning. How can I help you?"
Cross placed his badge on the counter.
"Detectiv
