Milos Vanek put a CD into his home computer. Catching Amy and Dan Cahill had been his main priority. He had nothing on them. His patience was wearing thin. There had to be something on them. He was not going to let two teenage brats outsmart him.
At last he had finally gotten what he wanted, a record of their phone calls and access to their recently sent e-mails. Maybe he could find something. Any information that could lead to their arrest was welcome at the moment.
Over the past few weeks dark rings formed around his eyes, his skin turned a tinge grayer and he had lost a significant amount of weight.
He scrolled down the e-mails of Dan Cahill. Hours and hours flew by as he immersed himself in the messages. Apparently this boy didn't have many friends. He only kept contact with a handful of relatives and an Atticus Rosenbloom. There was nothing helpful found. All he ever talked about were "clues" and Vespers. Probably some game of sort. There was no mention of any artworks or heists, just ninjas, baseball cards and an internet gaming site.
Milos sighed and took another sip of the coffee Luna Amato made for him. He opened up the e-mails of the boy's sister. She seemed to be the brains of the operation. He scrolled down once more. There were the same relatives and mentions of "clues", Vespers and training sessions at their mansion. The only difference between the two was that Amy Cahill kept in contact with a boy, her confidant supposedly from what he had read. Again, there was not a mention of artworks or anything that would lead him to their arrest.
He slammed his hand against the counter top. "How are two juvenile termites able to steal the Caravaggio from the Uffizi, yet I can't find anything on them!"
He took in a deep breath and another sip of coffee. He pressed play and the first phone call came ringing out of the speakers. He listened on. It was half past midnight when he reached the phone calls from the latest five months. He had requested for recordings from a year ago to present. They couldn't have planned that heist in a day. It took careful planning.
His eyes felt heavy after a while. "A quick cat nap wouldn't hurt anybody." He folded his arms and used them as a rest for his head. A few minutes in he was fast asleep. His hand slowly slipped out from under his head and hit the mouse. A phone call started playing.
"Hi, this is Amy" a teenage girl answered.
"Oh, um … Hi Amy. This is Evan." a teenage boy said sheepishly.
"Hi Evan. Wh-what can I help you with?" you could almost imagine Amy blushing.
"Uh, yeah. Could I borrow some notes from History class?"
"Sure. You need anything e-else?"
"Nope. That's about it." There was a clicking sound of the phone being put on a table.
"Okay, what do you need notes on?"
A whine and a barfing noise were barely audible.
"What was that Amy?" Evan asked.
"Could you wait a minute?" Amy put the phone on the table again and there was a faint yell "Dan!"
"Sure. Oh, by the way, could you be my girlfriend?" he muttered to himself.
"Hey," this surprised Evan as a small gasp was heard "This is Dan, Amy's brother. I don't have much time before she completely destroys me, but you should just go ask her already. She seriously likes y-" and the phone went dead.
Another call played, this time Milos woke up and stopped it. His eyes were red and could barely stay open. He yawned. "I should get some rest. I can't investigate when my mind isn't sharp. It would lead to mistakes." He reassured himself and left the office. The lights switched off and only the computer screen provided light to the dim room.