I’m not a technical guy. I’m more of a shining knight-handsome rover-silver tongued devil kinda guy. Izzy is the technical guy.
Izzy was trained in the US Special Forces as a commo guy. He has a wizzy military issue communications implant, lovingly upgraded and enhanced by the best black market profiteers in the world. He keeps the office computers running smoothly so I can e-mail women whenever I want. It also helps when I need to do detecting which is how I earn my daily bread (and meet women).
So when I picked up the phone on my desk, I knew it would work because Izzy makes it so.
“Yeah boss.” Izzy called me that but I’m not his boss. He, Isaac and I are equal partners.
“Has Isaac checked in yet?”
“Nope. Last heard from him about three hours ago. He was still hanging with the babe.”
“You mean the protectee?”
“OK. I’ll be checking out of the office for while. I have to do some detecting for the new client.”
“The nerdy guy?”
“Who you callin’ a nerd?”
“OK, the mama’s boy?”
“Anything dangerous?” I could hear the hopefulness in his voice.
“Nah. I must debunk. But I may get to talk to dead people.”
I hung up and went to the weapons locker, pressed my thumb against the lock, and it slid open. Something was missing. I signed out a Glock and went back to the phone.
“You seen my nine?”
“Nope. Maybe Isaac took it.”
“Yeah, maybe. But his Smith is gone too. Do me a favor and check the logs, willya?”
I left the office but the missing nine bothered me.