Page 93 of Remnants
Dane turns the comms on through a speaker on his desk. “I’ve got it on mute so we can make noise.” On his laptop, he pulls up the tracker locked on Reid’s phone so we can follow them wherever they go.
Harvey curses through the speaker. “Does your gift suck for you, too, or just everyone else?”
“Stop leaning on me and stand up straight,” Reid replies.
“I’m just saying what everyone else thinks.”
There’s shuffling, then Reid reports to us, “Found the portal. I’m going quiet.”
Aiden unmutes us. “If you think Charles is on to you, get out of there and we’ll figure something else out.”
“Thanks, Master,” Harvey sniffles, and Dane rolls his eyes, re-muting our side.
“At this rate, I’m not sure they’ll even make it in his office before Harvey fucks up,” Dane mutters, his eyes locking onto his screen. “They’re gone.”
There’s a three-second pause where I panic that we’ve somehow lost them before they reappear in the middle of the country. Dane zooms in on the building with their pin on it, grabbing the coordinatesand then plugging them into a web search.
Aiden leans forward, eyes narrowing. “A shared office building…can you pull up its tenants?”
Dane clicks a few times, revealing a shortlist of company names. “Unless they’re operating under a private lab, tutoring, or dentist office, none of these are GE.”
“Uh…hi,” Harvey greets someone, and our attention turns to the speaker.
“Hello. Do you have an appointment with someone?” a female responds.
“Yeah. I’m meeting Charles.”
Distant keyboard taps fill the silence. “Harvey?”
“That’s me.”
“Wonderful. Please put your cell phone and anything in your pockets in this basket.”
“Even gum?” he nervously jokes.
“Anything in your pockets,” she repeats.
“Oh. Okay.”
There’s a brief pause, then, “Thank you. Have a seat and I’ll let him know you’re here.”
“Uh, thanks.”
Aiden points to Dane’s screen. “Check public records for all active lease agreements at that address with a start date in the last ninety days. If there’s nothing that new, we’ll check in the last year.”
Dane’s fingers fly across the keys, pulling up window after window and performing whatever steps are needed to get the information Aiden wants. I watch, fascinated, though I should be continuingmy notes on one of the board members Reid gave us.
The search pulls up no files in either date range.
“Keep going until something pops up,” Aiden directs.
“The dentist office signed their lease almost eighteen months ago,” Dane says once something comes back.
Aiden shakes his head. “That’s not right. Are we sure they’re in this building?”
Dane toggles to the tracker. “Unless they’re in the hair salon next door, that’s it.”
“Check the owner of the building.”
