“Where have you been?” Agent Michaels demanded when Owens and Driver came into the lobby of the building.
Regg’s suit coat was hanging on a saw horse and his sleeves were rolled up. Dev had to laugh. He was trying to teach Regg to dress a little more casually. Perhaps a woman who looked like she could bench press him would help Agent Michaels see the wisdom in being dressed for everything. Then a sharp smack found the back of Dev’s head.
“How’d you end up taking my place when you still can’t pay attention?” Owens demanded.
“I can pay attention when it’s important,” Agent Driver bantered back. “Now will you give me a yes or no? I did get permission from Bosere but I will leave…”
“Just say yes and stop tormenting little Devie,” Wilanna told her husband.
Both Owens and Driver stared at her for a while. Dev grinned and nodded to Agent Michaels who started to set down his tools. Owens went and talked to his wife while Dev leaned over to look at what Regg was helping with. Blueprints for the apartment complex were spread all over the place.
“What are you remodeling, Ms. Morgan?” Dev hoped he had remembered the right name.
“The whole apartment complex in one month,” she answered. “And call me Vire.”
There was a crash and everyone looked over to see Agent Michaels on the floor with a few tools on him. Regg grumbled a little as he looked at a tear in his suit coat and Dev went back to his conversation. “The entire building in a month?”
“From what I hear she can get anything built,” Owens said as he came over. “So my wife is allowing me to consult as an agent part time.”
“All right then,” Agent Driver said as he started moving to the door.
“Go ahead and tell me here,” Owens said. “My wife is going to be in on this which means her friend is as well.”
“Very well,” Dev said. “If you trust them.”
“Can we?” Regg asked in surprise.
“If Owens does, then I do,” Agent Driver said calmly. “Besides, it’s not like we’re asking them to be a strike force. We just need something to go on or else the case is going cold.” Dev leaned against the paint-stripped wall. “You remember what kind of cases we got, don’t you Owens?”
“You didn’t request a change from the crazies.” Owens started laughing. “Or did Bosere beg you to keep on? So, what nut case did you get this time?”
Agent Driver snapped his fingers and pointed at Regg. After a few stuttered starts, Agent Michaels explained the case. “Gerrard McFarmer. Believes himself to be the next mad scientist. Genetic engineering of violent creatures. He has made possible threats of moving to human subjects. The problem is that he has disappeared off the radar. We’ve checked the planet, the moon and all space stations. No leads, no nothing. We’ve got nothing to work on.”
“Have you fallen that far, Driver?” Owens asked. “You really have nothing to work on? What about your famous space case connections?”
“The guy dropped off of everything,” Dev said. “We know he’s somewhere on the network because he’s occasionally posting his wonderful ‘knowledge’ and experiments. Unfortunately, the best we got was that he is possibly in this city. We just can’t find him.”
“Now, this is the crazy fun I miss,” Owens said.
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