Page 36 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“Can you, I mean, do you have an address?”
“I will soon. It’s triangulating now. It’s complicated. Explaining in muggle is too hard.”
Collin reached for a stool and sank down on it. “I have to tell Mr. Reevesworth. Ash, you’re scary.”
Ash smirked, bouncing up and down on his chair. “That’s what Ms. Linda says.”
Collin let out a slow breath. “I need you to do more stuff.”
“What?” Ash spun around on his chair, three hundred and sixty degrees.
“Bruiski says you have the security camera footage.”
“Yep.” Ash reached for a keyboard, and a large monitor across the room popped up.
“I need you to save everything we have on the man that was just in the reception area.”
“Give me a sec.” Ash’s fingers flew over the keyboard, diving into what looked like straight-up code.
A moment later, the cologne guy was on screen.
Ash scrunched up his nose and leaned forward. “This one? He looks like a bad guy out of a Batman movie.”
“Yeah, him.”
“Who is he?”
“We don’t know. At least Bruiski and I don’t know, not Carrie either. He wouldn’t leave his name or his card.”
Ash’s eyes darkened and hooded. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
“You’re not a god, Ash.”
“No, I’m not. But facial recognition software is freakin’ awesome. Do you know the Chinese government can track someone through a city based on their eyeballs?”
“Ew…no, I did not know that. And the way you said it, yuck! Now I’m imagining someone’s eyeballs running around a city on their own.”
Ash giggled. He wiggled in his chair. “I’ll cut you the footage, and then I’ll make up a composite of his face. Then I’ll run the image through a couple databases.”
“Is that even legal?”
Ash blinked. “Collin! They’re databases.”
“But are you supposed to have access to them?”
“I mean, I’m pretty sure LinkedIn is like public access.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Go away, muggle. Let a wizard work.”
“Just don’t do anything to get Mr. Reevesworth in trouble with the law.”
“Bleh. Like I would do that.” Ash waved Collin away again. “Oh, Ms. Linda is bringing Halloween cookies later. I made them, well, I helped. Which means you have to eat them.”
“Do they taste good?”
Ash turned his head toward Collin even as his fingers kept moving. He almost looked like something from a Halloween movie all by himself without any holiday cookies. He fixed Collin with a dark glare. “Would I poison you, Collin?”
“I don’t know, would you?”
Ash put his nose in the air. “Lord Ash honors his debts, and by some unhelpful trick of fate, I am indebted to you. Also, you order the best lunches.”
