For what?

Monday morning news reports filled my TV screen. Claire Russo spoke of the latest happenings in the Middle East while an alert scrolled across the bottom. Investigators were trying to link J. T. Mackenzie to Leung Yang’s murder. With the company’s CEO becoming a possible suspect in her murder, PPS stocks were declining, the newsfeed said.

I took my usual route to work on the Robert Line. I owned a car, but it had been parked in the underground lot beneath my building for four months. I hadn’t secured a parking permit yet, and that was next on my to-do-list. The car was coated with a layer of grime. It needed a carwash. For now, riding the el to work seemed like less hassle.

Once seated, a woman twice my size spilled into the seat next to me. Leaning my shoulder against the window, I called Bolman Underwood of Underwood Investigations. He had worked for me before, and though high strung, he was well connected and worked quickly and efficiently.

“What can I do for you, Wil?”

“Hi, Bolm