Ch 6 Setting A Trap
Three days later, Mark walked into the police station and up to the offices on the second floor. "Detective Giles?" he knocked on the officer door and stuck his head in as he spoke.
"Mark? What's up? Where's Milt?" asked the detective. He was unused to seeing one of them without the other.
"Uh," Mark stammered, "he's home." There was an uncomfortable silence before Mark explained. "I need some advice."
"I thought you asked Milt for advice?"
"Yeah, well, not at the moment. But this is police business. I've got a job and the company is doing something illegal," Mark began, and then he proceeded to explain everything he had learned about the Waverly Water Filter Systems.
Giles sat quietly and listened.
"So, this guy needs to be caught. He's paying me a hell of a lot of money to lie to innocent people so they give him their life savings and then he gives them nothing. It's not right!" Mark finished.
"Waverly is well known to us. He's done time for running pyramid schemes before. But, until there's a complaint, I can't do anything."
"But can't I do something? I'm the Regional Sales Manager for the entire West Coast. What if I wear a wire and get him to admit to what he's doing?"
"I've got a body in the morgue that was just identified as an employee of Waverly Water Filters, in fact his business card said he was the Regional Sales Manager for the West Coast."
Silence.
"Cause of death?" Mark asked worriedly.
"Car went off the road, no sign of foul play. Waverly has had employees before, and they sometimes disappear. We've never found a body before, but, we have still considered him dangerous."
"I want to do it," Mark said.
"I'd have to run it by Milt."
"Why?"
"Because he's your parole officer Mark, come on!" Giles patience was being tested.
"He doesn't need to know everything I do. Anyway, he threw me out, so I doubt if he really wants to know everything I'm doing."
"Threw you out?"
Mark shrugged and sighed. "So, we could nail this guy, you know we could."
Giles nodded. "Come back tomorrow and we can get you wired up." He paused, "and Mark, I'm gonna contact Milt. He's gonna want to be in on this, he and Waverly go way back."
"Do what you have to then," Mark said resignedly.
H&M
As he walked out of the station, Mark thought back over the last conversation he'd had with Hardcastle. The judge had expected him to fail, and now, the reality was that he had. He was going to get his boss arrested. He could kiss this job goodbye. The last time he'd called the judge, he'd had a paying job and Hardcastle had made fun of him. He knew he was supposed to call him back, he'd told the judge that he'd call a few days ago, but something had held him back. And now, he didn't even have a job. Now, he really did look like a loser. He couldn't call him now. If Giles had to, well, there was nothing he could do about that.