Chapter Thirteen
A computer search brought up more than a few results. As best as he could, Blake narrowed them down and hit print, then waited while the list was transferred onto paper. The pages began to spit out and he leaned all the way pack in his chair to remove them from the peripheral device to begin reading through to work out a plan of attack. When the office door opened and closed, Blake didn’t bother to give the entrant the time of day.
“She’s getting her phone call,” Jason said, taking his place at the desk where they worked in this office. “I just sent her in.”
“Fine,” Blake said, and continued to read down the list.
“What are you looking for?”
“Joseph Welsh.”
“Come on, man! She’s bullshitting you! You know better than this!”
“Do I?” Blake glared up at him.
Blake’s ph
