Chapter 37
“Let me just send those to you,” Alex says, plucking the phone out of my hands, like I’m his parent about to search through his internet browser history.
Alex sends the images to my email, which I pull up on one of the three Mac laptops sitting about. I will be able to examine the documents properly on a larger screen. Alex eats his sandwich in silence as I do so.
“I think I’ve found something. A note, probably by the sales associate. In pencil. Charlie paid for the watch and left it at the store to be picked up by a man named Harvey Pembroke. There’s an address and a number too.”
Alex gets out his phone. It looks like he’s texting someone back and forth, the phone buzzing with each new message.
“Everything okay?” I ask as Alex looks at his phone with furrowed brows.
“Yep, just googling Harvey Pembroke. Yale grad. Lots of degrees. Lives in New York City.”
“Another Yale grad! Did you know him?”
Alex has a pensive look on his face, then shakes his head. “Again, I don’t know everyone who went to Yale, Siri.”
“Well, fast find regardless!”
“Just good online sleuthing. It’s all on his Instagram, which isn’t private,” Alex responds, shrugging and holding up Harvey’s account to prove his point.
“So Harvey is Magnus Mouse?” I ask.
“Maybe. There’s one way to find out, or at least get more information.”
“And that is?”
“Let’s go stake out his address.”
“Harvey’s? That’s a terrible idea. He literally stabbed Amaya in front of dozens of people. He’s unhinged. Besides, Amaya already said I can’t get in trouble. It will make my bail situation worse.”
“Let’s just go check it out. What could happen?” Getting stabbed or murdered?
“We won’t even get out of the car. We’ll just follow him. He won’t even know we’re there. Siri, how many times have I gotten you in trouble?”
“Many,” I say with an uncertain laugh.
“How many times have I gotten you in trouble where the consequences are life in prison?”
He does have a point there. I look over at Bella, Alex’s German shepherd, who is staring at us with mournful eyes as if she knows she is about to be left alone.
“Should we take Bella for extra protection?” I ask, knowing full well that Bella is the gentlest dog anyone could meet. “Or in case we’re seen, we can say we’re taking our dog for a walk.”
Upon hearing her name, Bella stands at attention. Ever the good dog, she’s ready for her first investigation.