Chapter 68
Teal’s Toyota came out of the storage lot first, followed shortly after by the BMW.
Both headed for the highway, but Teal went south, presumably toward home, while the BMW took the exit toward Bangor.
It was possible, of course, that both Teal and the owner of the BMW happened to have storage units in Pittsfield and experienced simultaneous urges to visit: One had to try to think the best of people.
But there isn’t a lot of money to be made from thinking the best of people, not in my line of work, and rarely was I hired because all was well in someone’s world.
So, operating on the basis that the driver of the BMW—who appeared to be male—might potentially be of interest, I decided to follow him instead of Teal, because I knew where to find Teal again.
So why, following a conversation about the Spero School, had Roger Teal made an eighty-mile round trip to rendezvous briefly in a Pittsfield storage lot with the owner of a seed store in Orono?
I could have knocked on Edward Kenney’s door to ask, but there was no point in alerting prey if you didn’t already have snares in place to catch them.
I called Jenny Berrien and asked if Edward Kenney’s name meant anything to her, but she said it didn’t.
“What about the Smiling Seed Company, out of Orono?”
Nope, that didn’t ring any bells either. I thanked her and let her get back to whatever it was that whistleblowers did when they weren’t blowing whistles. Then, not very much wiser than when I began, I drove home.