A Black & White bicycle races along the side of the street.

Wolfrom hangs up the phone and grins at Lewis. “Looks like the bicycle lead paid off.”

“It’ll be great to get out of here. I’m just so damn tired of talking to college students. I don’t know what’s worse, the ones that wanna hang out with us or the ones that read Boingboing.” Lewis starts shutting down her laptop. “What’ve we got?”

“Turned up a good possibility at one of the white shoe law firms downtown.” Wolfrom is packing up the stray bits of paper and file folders into a waiting banker’s box.

“A lawyer? Please don’t be talking about M&M’s.”

“Well, yeah, Molony and Mulroney.” Wolfrom frowns. “Terri, is there anything you want to tell me?”

“I should have known. Of course a designer bike is gonna belong to some lawyer. Real people can’t afford to blow that kind of cash on a bicycle.”

Lewis busies herself with wrapping cables and stowing the laptop in the case. She looks up to see Wolfrom staring at her, expectant. “I’ve got some history with the head honcho.”

Wolfrom whistles. “One of the M’s. How on earth did you manage that?”

Shaking her head. “It’s a long story.”

“Which M?”

“I doubt it matters, but it was Mulroney.”

“When his wife went missing?”

“Yeah; I was on missing persons. Nobody knew she’d taken a powder. They thought it might be kidnap for ransom. The guy sends a minion in to report his wife missing.”

“You’re kidding!”

Shaking her head. “Nope. Apparently the minions even went shopping for gifts for his kids.”

“Get out!”

“So I paid him a little visit.”

“Shit. You kicked up a fuss?”

Stowing cables in the bag, Lewis says, “When a wife goes missing we’ve gotta look at the husband.”

“But Terri you gotta go on tippie toes if it’s an M!”

“I don’t do politics very well, Wolfie. See, I don’t much care if it’s an M. Everybody’s supposed to be equal under the law.” Lewis zips the case closed, and glances around the broom closet sized office. “I think that’s everything.”

“So what happened? You bearded an M in the tower.”

Shaking her head. “Yeah. That was me.”

“And you got in his face?”

Shaking her head. “You might say that.”

“And the wife saunters home a couple of days later with her tail between her legs.”

“Yeah, that’s my kinda luck alright.” Lewis nods as she slings the laptop over her shoulder. “You know, Wolfie, it’s not too late to put in for a new partner.”

Wolfrom laughs. “You kidding? I’d miss all the fun.”

Lewis grins and shakes her head. “Just tell me that we’re not going to interview anybody named Molony.”

“Source says the guy’s not a lawyer, just a gofer, guy from the mail room or IT department, something like that.”

“Praise the lord and pass the biscuits.”

Wolfrom glances at her as they head out the door. “There’s a lot I don’t know about you, huh?”

Lewis laughs as she switches out the light.

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