21
“What do you mean, you’ve got nothing?” Kira asked Rob. She and Trevor were sitting in a booth at the Café on the Cliffe. Trevor had ordered a club sandwich and an entire plate of fries, which he began wolfing down immediately. It seemed he was still trying to catch up for missing breakfast.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger,” Rob said in a defensive voice. “You can’t blame me if there was nothing to find.”
“How can there be nothing? I gave you three things to work on!”
“Well, let’s start with Stanley Taylor, who sends checks to cover Frank’s expenses once a month,” Rob said before Kira could continue. “I traced his bank account. Turns out he died fifty years ago.”
“How did you manage to get his banking info?” Kira asked with a frown.
“Let’s just say the local bank there might need
