Page 52 of The Agent
“The windows are tinted, so no. Also my camera isn’t real high resolution.” His voice held frustration.
“You got the important information. This is a real break, thanks to you,” Tully encouraged him. “Are you at your apartment now?”
“No, I’m on break, so I logged into my computer remotely to see if anything looked wrong.”
“I’m headed for the salon now. I’m guessing Natalie has a key to your place. May I have your permission to enter and look at the video on your computer?” Tully passed a car dawdling along in front of him. He needed to get back on the highway fast.
“Sure thing, Mr. Gibson.” He gave Tully his password too.
“Hey, the name’s Tully. And I have an offer for you. How would you like a job with KRG Consulting? I could use someone with your smarts and motivation.” Clients would love Deion’s good looks too. That never hurt.
“Like apermanentjob?” Disbelief tinged his question.
“Hell, yes. I’m not going to waste my time training you if you don’t intend to stay.” Tully dodged around another slow car, the Maserati’s engine roaring like a big cat.
“Yes, sir! That would be awesome,” Deion said with enthusiasm before he asked, “What would I be trained for?”
“Security. You’ve got a knack for it. Besides, I found you, so I’m keeping you in my division.”
The young man laughed before he asked with some hesitation, “Is it all right if I give my boss two weeks’ notice? She’s been really good to me.”
“I’d respect you less if you didn’t.” Tully smiled as he accelerated onto the entrance ramp to the highway. “I’ll get HR to send you the paperwork. In the meantime, keep up the good work with surveillance at the salon.”
After they disconnected, Tully called to alert Pam about the possible threat before he sent the license plate number to one of his resources who could get him the registration information. The stalker had made his first mistake and Tully was going to use it to hunt him down.
Chapter 14
Thirty minutes later, he parked on the street a couple of blocks away from the Mane Attraction. He took off his jacket, ditched his tie, and rolled up his shirtsleeves to give himself a more casual look. Then he sauntered along the street, watching for the SUV Deion had flagged. He spent twenty minutes wandering nearby, but no car matching that description appeared. Tully glanced at his watch. Four thirty. So the salon would be closing in an hour. Why had the car been cruising past?
He walked up the front steps and through the purple door.
“Welcome back to the Mane Attraction, Mr. Gibson.” The pretty, young receptionist gave him a pleasant smile. “Natalie has a client right now.”
“Hey, Tully!” Pam walked up to the desk. “Any luck with an ID on the SUV the tenant spotted?”
Tully shook his head. “Not yet. Let me grab a cup of coffee.” He gestured for her to precede him down the hallway by the staircase to the kitchen. Even with the doors closed, the sound of hair dryers and the smell of hair products permeated the air.
“Nothing from the stalker yet today either.” Pam poured a mug of coffee and handed it to him. “Nothing on the surveillance cams around her house except the UPS man.”
Tully took a sip of the coffee, surprised to find it almost as good as Leland’s. Natalie treated her staff well. “Was Natalie expecting a delivery?”
“Not today specifically, but she has a couple of things on order,” Pam said. “He was on and off the porch fast and left a box.”
“Could you see his face?”
She shook her head. “He wore a baseball cap.”
“I’ll check him out on the video later,” Tully said with a frown. “I’m more worried about the cruising SUV.”
“What do you think it was doing here?”
“That’s what I’m wondering. Waiting for a chance to put something else in Natalie’s car?”
“If he does, we’ll have him.” Pam held up her phone with the feed from the security camera she had installed to monitor the parking lot.
“Or he wants to make sure she’s staying at the salon?” Tully shook his head. “No use speculating. We’ll have to see what his next play is.” He bared his teeth in an anticipatory smile. “In the meantime, we have his plate number.”
Pam pumped her fist in victory. “Gotcha.”
