I Met a Man in St. Yves, part 2.
Author's Note: I am still borrowing the characters. This is the second chapter to previous, as you have probably guessed.
"Byers! Frohike! Jimmy! I've found something," Langly shouted from his computer. He had been desperately searching the Internet and any other files that he could access for information about Kimmy's death.
They rushed over to Langly immediately. "Look here," Langly pointed at his computer screen. "I searched for Kimmy on the Internet. He's all over the place since he used so many aliases. But I had never seen this one before."
"Juliet 64? That was his alias?" asked Frohike.
"Wait, wait," said Byers. "Juliet 64? Does this have anything to do with Romeo 64?"
"That's exactly what I thought," said Langly. "But Romeo 64 was a fake, remember?"
The Gunmen had once found out about Romeo 64, a group thought to be responsible for the assassination of John F. Kennedy, Byers's namesake. Supposedly, Yves was a member of Romeo 64, but Romeo 64 just ended up being a scam.
"Look here," Frohike pointed to the screen. "It says that one of his most brilliant hacks was into an email account for an A. Hadley Revelsow."
"And guess who A. Hadley Revelsow is," said Byers grimly.
"The President!" Jimmy offered.
"No, you cephalopod!" said Langly in disbelief. "Lee Harvey Oswald! Yves!"
"Oh," said Jimmy. "I understand."
"That's a first," said Frohike sarcastically. Frankly, he was sick of Jimmy. If it weren't for Jimmy's break in the story, he would have probably thrown him out the window.
"Frohike," said Byers warningly. Byers always felt as though it was his duty to keep peace among Jimmy, Frohike and Langly. Although he himself was of the opinion that Jimmy wasn't quite sure of what he was doing, he defended him nonetheless.
"So what are we supposed to do now?" asked Langly. "We have a lead, somewhat. Yves. She had Kimmy hack into an email account and he was probably killed for it."
"Are you even sure that this is it?" asked Jimmy. "I mean, could he have done another hack and got killed for that?"
"Probably not," thought Langly. "He hasn't hacked all that much lately, so far as I know, but if he knew Yves, he might do it for her. Either that or she paid him a bunch of money."
"He did love money," agreed Frohike. "Maybe even more than it was worth. He had gotten in trouble before because he had become too careless in his work. He was caught once, but managed to get out of jail by offering a security guard with money."
"Money makes the world go 'round," said Byers. Frohike and Langly started laughing at him. "What's so funny?" Byers was confused.
"That coming from you," Langly said. "You look like a banker."
Byers rolled his eyes. "At least I'm not wearing Ramones shirts," he said. Langly threw him a malevolent glare and continued typing.
"So where's Yves?" asked Jimmy. "I know she didn't show up yesterday."
"I bet she's long gone," grumbled Frohike. "She's too smart to stay around here. Or does she stay around here? Where does she live, anyway? We really don't know anything about her."
"She helps us in times of need," Jimmy said a bit uncertainly.
"What about this time of need?" said Langly. "One of our friends is dead. What are we supposed to do about that?"
"The only thing we can do," said Byers. "Find out the truth." He went to his own computer and started typing on the keyboard. Yves had Kimmy do hack into an email account that had some document in it, something obviously very important. If only he could figure out what it was.
Knock, knock.
"I'll get it!" Jimmy called. He walked up to the front door and looked into the little television screen set up so the person outside was visible.
"Who is it?" asked Frohike.
"I'm not sure," shrugged Jimmy. "Should I let him in?"
"Sure, why not?" asked Frohike.
Jimmy opened the door and saw a man. He was fairly young and wore a slightly wrinkled brown suit that was a bit too big for him. He carried a shiny black briefcase.
"May I come in?" he asked pleasantly.
"I suppose. Do you have any weapons; knives, guns, etc. on your person?" Frohike asked.
"No."
"Do you have anything that would be of importance to us?"
"I think so," said the man. He quickly sidestepped Jimmy into the warehouse. "I am a lawyer, you see."
"A lawyer? Are we in some kind of trouble?" Langly emerged from the back.
"No, no." The man smiled a polite business smile. "But I am afraid that I have some bad news. Your friend Yves has passed away."
"Yves? No way!" Jimmy exclaimed. "She can't be dead. How did she die?"
"Killed. In a car accident."