The Silent Killer
Chapter Fourteen
Part 2
TP Aquinas was sitting at his dining room table, surrounded by a stack of books, writing tablets, a large cup that was now serving as a pen holder, and a very large glass of ice water.
A floor fan sat not too far from him, rotating back and forth as it blew air across the room. It was a pitiful and not nearly productive enough means to try and keep the room cool, but TP had learned long ago that sometimes mankind had to improvise with what they had on hand.
Besides, he reasoned to himself, the repairman would be out in the morning and then he would have a working air conditioning unit again. He imagined that the repair business was booming right now, along with the sale of cooling units.
DC could get hot and stay hot this time of year, that was for sure.
A glance at his watch told him that it was just shortly after ten but he was not anywhere close to being ready to call it a night. He was in the middle of a research project and besides, if he was going to be uncomfortably hot, he might as well put his time to good usage.
He sat there, for a few moments, quietly reading until the ringing of the telephone interrupted him.
"TP Aquinas," he answered.
"Yes, well, good evening to you too Garth. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Really? That sounds promising, my boy, quite promising indeed."
"Yes, yes. No worries, I'm doing a little homework myself."
"I'll be waiting."
He hung up the phone and then, TP Aquinas frowned with concern.
Garth was one of a trio, three young men who all came from very affluent homes in the area. The other two were Bentley and Muffin, though he didn't know why the latter was called that and, then again, he wasn't sure that he wanted to know.
What he did want to know was what they had stumbled in to, or rather, if they could stumble more. All three of them were computer wizards, able to hack into systems that had been deemed impenetrable. Not much was considered out of reach with these three and TP thanked the heavens that they worked for the right side of justice.
They were young and bright and they just might have stumbled onto a clue that would assist TP's longtime friend, Scarecrow.
"Well, my boy, you told me to overturn some rocks. Now, we shall see what is to be discovered under them."