computer database and see if he’d dropped any notes to his hard drive. Problem is, his computer is password protected and I’m not computer savvy enough to hack into his system. So, got any bright ideas?”
Gavyn sauntered over to the desk, leaning down next to me to stare at the computer. The scent of his aftershave filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, drawing in the heady scent. Reaching down his fingers did a fast flying tempo across the keyboard before pushing enter and in the blink of an eye I was staring at the desktop home page.
“Holy hell, how’d you do that?” I asked amazed, turning to stare up at him in awe.
Gavyn grinned, leaning away from me to sit down on the edge of the desk. Folding his arms across his chest he gave a nonchalant shrug. “Skills I picked up here and there, no big deal. Anything else I can do for you?”
Lord you have no idea I thought with a sigh.
“I’m good, thanks. I guess I owe you one,” I replied out loud.
Gavyn pushed himself away from the desk and sauntered easily towards the door, pausing to glance back at me.
“I’ll let you know when you can pay up,” he said with a smile before leaving the room.
Good lord I thought, fanning my suddenly flaming face. Why was it that when I wanted a man in my life there were none to be found but when I didn’t need the headache they were readily available? Focus Taci, focus I reminded myself, turning my attention to the newly hacked into computer. There was work to do and it was getting late. Somehow I needed to get through Owens system, get some notes and research down, get home for a nap and take a long hot bubble bath before Tony picked me up at 6:00. Sounded good in theory; now if I can just pull it off…
Finding the files on the McAllister case wasn’t as hard a feat as hacking into the system. Pulling up Microsoft Word I looked under the C drive, clicking on the name McAllister. Guess Owens thought he was safe enough with just the password protection and didn’t feel the need to code his files. Bad luck for him, good luck for me. Reading through the documents I chewed on my lower lip thoughtfully. There were several mentions of the project development company listed throughout the file along with references indicating a connection between Jason and the company itself. Not something unusual as I’d already concluded Jason probably was doing the legal work for the company. Closing the file I opened the next, frowning at the file of legal wording on the screen.
Carefully I read through the paperwork, trying to make some sense out of the mix of words on the legal document in front of me. Since I didn’t go to law school I wasn’t exactly a pro when it came to legal documentations and their wording. I am, however, a pro at muddling through things so I guess we’d have to stick with that for now. From what I could tell it was a contract of sale for several properties, all within the allotted areas where the new development project was being built. What I couldn’t understand was why Richard was so interested in these particular bills of sale and what they had to do with the McAllister case.
The only possible conclusion that came to mind was maybe Jason was responsible for the purchasing contracts. To be honest it all looked like bunch of fancy worded jibberish to me, which could only mean one thing; a field trip to the property. What the heck, it couldn’t hurt to take a look at the properties, maybe even take a trip over to the development site and talk with the contractor I’d seen at Jason’s office.
Moving the mouse across the screen I clicked print before leaning back in the chair to await the copy. The whirling of the printer soon kicked on and within seconds a printed copy of the contracts were folded up and stuffed into the side pocket of my purse. Glancing at my watch I gave a small grimace; 11:30, which meant I had roughly five hours to get to the properties, visit the development site, get home, take
Gavyn sauntered over to the desk, leaning down next to me to stare at the computer. The scent of his aftershave filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, drawing in the heady scent. Reaching down his fingers did a fast flying tempo across the keyboard before pushing enter and in the blink of an eye I was staring at the desktop home page.
“Holy hell, how’d you do that?” I asked amazed, turning to stare up at him in awe.
Gavyn grinned, leaning away from me to sit down on the edge of the desk. Folding his arms across his chest he gave a nonchalant shrug. “Skills I picked up here and there, no big deal. Anything else I can do for you?”
Lord you have no idea I thought with a sigh.
“I’m good, thanks. I guess I owe you one,” I replied out loud.
Gavyn pushed himself away from the desk and sauntered easily towards the door, pausing to glance back at me.
“I’ll let you know when you can pay up,” he said with a smile before leaving the room.
Good lord I thought, fanning my suddenly flaming face. Why was it that when I wanted a man in my life there were none to be found but when I didn’t need the headache they were readily available? Focus Taci, focus I reminded myself, turning my attention to the newly hacked into computer. There was work to do and it was getting late. Somehow I needed to get through Owens system, get some notes and research down, get home for a nap and take a long hot bubble bath before Tony picked me up at 6:00. Sounded good in theory; now if I can just pull it off…
Finding the files on the McAllister case wasn’t as hard a feat as hacking into the system. Pulling up Microsoft Word I looked under the C drive, clicking on the name McAllister. Guess Owens thought he was safe enough with just the password protection and didn’t feel the need to code his files. Bad luck for him, good luck for me. Reading through the documents I chewed on my lower lip thoughtfully. There were several mentions of the project development company listed throughout the file along with references indicating a connection between Jason and the company itself. Not something unusual as I’d already concluded Jason probably was doing the legal work for the company. Closing the file I opened the next, frowning at the file of legal wording on the screen.
Carefully I read through the paperwork, trying to make some sense out of the mix of words on the legal document in front of me. Since I didn’t go to law school I wasn’t exactly a pro when it came to legal documentations and their wording. I am, however, a pro at muddling through things so I guess we’d have to stick with that for now. From what I could tell it was a contract of sale for several properties, all within the allotted areas where the new development project was being built. What I couldn’t understand was why Richard was so interested in these particular bills of sale and what they had to do with the McAllister case.
The only possible conclusion that came to mind was maybe Jason was responsible for the purchasing contracts. To be honest it all looked like bunch of fancy worded jibberish to me, which could only mean one thing; a field trip to the property. What the heck, it couldn’t hurt to take a look at the properties, maybe even take a trip over to the development site and talk with the contractor I’d seen at Jason’s office.
Moving the mouse across the screen I clicked print before leaning back in the chair to await the copy. The whirling of the printer soon kicked on and within seconds a printed copy of the contracts were folded up and stuffed into the side pocket of my purse. Glancing at my watch I gave a small grimace; 11:30, which meant I had roughly five hours to get to the properties, visit the development site, get home, take
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