There’s something about her that just doesn’t sit well with me, even with as much help as she might have been. Why now, why here? It’s all just a bit too . . . convenient. Things shouldn’t be this convenient for a private investigator, it’s unsettling.

“Thanks, Tess, but I think I’m gonna have to do this on my own. I’ve already got a few ideas where I’m going with this, and I need check those out for myself first thing.” A lie. Harmless enough. “Maybe I’ll see you around. This thing ain’t over yet.”

“Suit yourself,” she responds, her face a mask of nonchalance. She makes a slight bowing motion with her head, almost imperceptible, and then she backflips into the shadows and disappears. She’s a mystery, that one. A pretty damn sexy mystery, though.

I’m left standing there, wondering where exactly I should go now.

Go home, it’s been a long day.

Go see a guy I know who’ll have some more info on CyberCorp.