The Enforcer. Anna Perrin
nothing of interest. He checked the garage next. Empty. Wordlessly, he motioned for Claire to proceed to the second floor.
“What a mess,” Claire murmured, advancing into the room at the top of the stairs.
The space, which had been set up as a home office, overflowed with books, magazines and loose papers. Suddenly, he was glad Gene had made him bring Claire along. Two people could search through this pigsty faster than one.
The office door slid shut.
Claire crossed the room to reopen it. “Where do you want me to start?”
“Try the stack of paper next to the bookcase,” he said, his attention caught by the framed photo of Forrester on the desk. Sporting a wide smile, the agent stood next to a shiny classic Trans Am.
The door closed again due to the sloped floor, and this time Claire gave up and left it that way.
Opening the top drawer of the desk, Brent leafed through its contents which included an address book and six months’ worth of bank statements. He flipped to the most current one. No immediate red flags. All the deposits and withdrawals appeared to be of reasonable magnitude. Setting the statement aside, he turned to the next one.
Paper rustled in the vicinity of the bookcase. Claire let out a sigh.
“Find anything interesting?” he asked.
“Only if car specifications and parts catalogues float your boat. Forrester mentioned in one of our sessions that classic cars were his hobby, but it looks more like an obsession.”
Brent moved on to the bottom drawer where he found a nearly empty briefcase and a stack of credit-card receipts. It would take hours to review all the receipts, and he didn’t want to spend that much time here.
He placed the address book, credit-card receipts and bank statements inside the briefcase, then added the photo from the desk.
“It’s getting stuffy in here,” she murmured, moving past him.
She unlocked the room’s solitary window, then tugged on the handles without success.
“The house is old. It’s probably been painted shut,” he commented.
She headed for the closed door as he added more items to the briefcase.
A sudden cry jolted him like an electrical charge.
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