Chapter Seven

Saratago explained for Farstall. "I managed to pull part of a file from our database. It was linked to Mark Gonstan's file because they are brothers."

Montlet immediately holstered his gun. "Address."

"The file's corrupted. I only have a name and a grainy picture." She tapped a few keys. "I don't know how it happened, but this file was intentionally destroyed. I think I can put it back together."

"Try your best, Saratago." He tossed his gun back on his desk. Farstall began to wheel himself to the interrogation room. "Farstall, what are you up to?" Montlet cautiously asked.

"I'm going to see if Gonstan knows anything about his brother, Clement Gonstan."

OOOO

"Clement?" Gonstan asked incredulously. "You want to know about Clement? He's gone."

Farstall leaned his forearms on the table. "What do you mean, gone?"

Gonstan sighed. "After Mom died, Clement ran away and just disappeared. Our dad was a religious fanatic. Not really into the religion, but very obsessed with the laws and punishment."

"Sounds like a real winner."

"I know, right? After Clement left, we didn't hear from him ever again. Dad damned him to hell, and that was that." Gonstan shrugged. "That was Dad."

"Harsh. Where's your father now?"

"He's dead. Been dead for about ten years now. His name was Frank Gonstan." All right. Thank you, Mr. Gonstan." Farstall made a move to leave.

"Agent!"

Farstall stopped. "Yes?"

"Why am I here? How did cybercrimes turn into talking about my brother?"

Farstall frowned slightly. "It's part of an ongoing investigation. You got netted accidentally, and you have nothing to worry about." Then he left, not waiting for a reply. As he navigated the crowded hallway, he began to wonder. By the time he made it back to Saratago's desk, he had a theory. "Saratago!"

"Currently occupied!" she replied.

Farstall ignored her. "Pull up the file on Frank Gonstan."

"No, Farstall, I won't. I'm trying to fix this image."

"Saratago, it's important!" he whined.

"Just wait."

Gleason rolled over to her terminal. "I'll look it up for you." Farstall wheeled himself over to where she was.

"What is the last activity on his record?" he asked excitedly.

Gleason scrolled down. "Uh... six years ago, he brought a property and signed up for new credit cards and a driver's license."

"I knew it! Saratago, I found Clement Gonstan!"

Saratago looked at him incredulously. "How?"

"He assumed his father's identity!"

OOOO

Clement Gonstan looked in his rear view mirror, only to see flashing lights. "Great."

Zelindo got the registration card out of the glove compartment as the car veered towards the shoulder. "I told you to slow down. Don't worry. It's just a ticket."

"Shut up," Clement growled, yanking his wallet out of his pocket.

The officer came up to the driver side window. As Clement began to roll it down, the officer said, "License and registration, sir." Clement handed them over, and the officer began to take down the information. "So, Mr... Frank Gonstan. Do you know why you were pulled over?"

"I was speeding," he replied stiffly.

Too bad this would be his undoing. Crime never pays.