Chapter 8
“The Feds should be on his tail by now, or at least beginning to take a serious look at him,” Kyle said as he came into the kitchen.
“And good morning to you, too,” Brax replied with a smile.
“Sorry. Mornin’. Anyway, as I was saying, whatever we do, we might have to avoid them in the process.”
“True enough. Pancakes or waffles?”
“Whichever.” Kyle poured himself a cup of coffee, then leaned against the counter as he drank it. “Now that I’ve seen the waiting room to his office, if it is his office, we can visit it and see what he might be hiding there, before the Feds do their thing.”
“One option,” Brax agreed, while mixing the batter as he waited for the frying pan to heat up. “Given time, I can probably hack into the computers and add an incriminating file on one of them. W
