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was anything else to read.
    “What the Hell?” I exclaimed again. It seemed to be the word of the day today.
    I felt desolate from the lack of information. The investigation was sloppy, ridiculous even. Definitely not the usual work of Detective Benton and his team.
    I reached for the phone, a frown plastered across my forehead.
    “Hello?” I heard Smith’s sleepy voice.
    “We need to talk to Gold’s former employees,” I said, realizing it was past midnight.
    “What?”
    “We… You need to talk to Gold’s former employees. This investigation looks like an amateur job. Sorry for waking you up at this hour, but I got lost in this file, and I didn’t realize the time.”
    “Rob? What are you doing?”
    “What? Helping your ass. What does it sound like I’m doing?”
    I heard Smith moving at the other end, probably getting out of bed and away from his sleeping wife.
    Waiting for him to speak, I grew nervous for the upcoming conversation. I hoped he would not state the obvious and make the matters worse for me.
    “OK, so, talk with Gold’s employees. Anything else?”
    I exhaled, realizing I had been holding my breath.
    “The entire investigation is weak. I need more information. Have you left out anything from the file?”
    “Nope. That’s all I’ve got to go on.”
    “Yeah, I thought so. Have you spoken to anyone else about this?”
    “I have someone tracking Gold’s wife but, so far, nothing new.”
    “What is your team waiting for? Don’t they know how to do basic stuff?”
    “Me, Rob. They’re waiting for me to tell them what to do. I told you they’re green, and I have other cases to work on too.”
    “Whatever. You need to pull yourself together if you want to solve this, Smith.”
    “Look who’s talking.”
    We said nothing for a second before bursting into laughter.
    “Fair enough. Oh! And I need a one-on-one with Benton. I know him; something's not right about this whole thing.”
    “ You need?”
    “Yes! Who else is going to save your ass, Smith?” I tried to joke. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t go into the whole ‘you said you won’t do it’ business.
    He chuckled. “OK, that can be arranged. I’m going back to sleep now, Rob.”
    “Wait, there’s more! What about the murder weapon? And Gold’s gang affiliation?”
    “Tomorrow, Rob. 8 AM sharp. I’ll text you the address.”
    “What?”
    “We’re not going to work through the phone, Rob. You’re coming to the office tomorrow.”
    I raised my eyebrows, unsure of what I had just gotten myself into.
    “Good night, Rob.”
    “Good night.”
    I placed the phone on the coffee table and leaned back. “I’m going to work tomorrow,” I said, unable to suppress a smile.

Chapter 5
    I pulled up in the assigned parking spot in front of the corporate building and got out of the car.
    “Impressive,” I whispered.
    I surveyed the area out of habit. Around me, the City Center was buzzing with life. White- collar workers were hurrying to their jobs, oblivious to each other’s personal drama. I smirked, considering my situation. I was investigating again!
    The building where Smith Investigation’s offices were was a tall, glass and concrete monolith, housing multiple businesses. I wondered who Smith’s neighbors were as I stepped inside the large reception area.
    I didn’t need to ask the desk for directions. I just showed my ID and, when I got the approving nod, I went on my way.
    Choosing to take the stairs, I found myself pleasantly alone. People were getting way too comfortable these days.
    Smith Investigations was located on the North side of the building and occupied half of the second floor. I almost whistled when I opened the front door, thoroughly impressed with the arrangement in the reception area.
    A coal gray carpet covered the floor in its entirety, and pristine white walls amplified the light coming from the huge windows making up an entire wall. The combination made a pleasant contrast with the large