"I'm not sure about this." Spied remarked suddenly as Tommy looked over at him with a raised brow.
"Hey, this was your idea, Bullwinkle, so do me a favor and help me out here." Tom remarked in aggravation as he tried his best to hold a flashlight and unlock a file cabinet door at the same time. Spied just threw him a look before shrugging in acquiescence.
"I still don't understand how this is going to help." Spied said warily as he looked around Darius's office with a quick shudder. The man really was intimidating and Spied had no desire to get caught. Tom just sighed.
"These cabinets include every financial statement and employee history created since G Majors opened its doors for business. If you want to find a rat, you smoke out their hole, right? Besides, if my suspicions are correct then I may know who's involved." Tom stated vaguely as Spied grabbed the flashlight and held it out so that Tom could maneuver the keys—pushing them into the locked drawer until it clicked.
"Bingo!" Tommy muttered before pulling out a group of manila folders. Spied squirmed restlessly as Tommy locked the drawer back.
"Are you sure Darius won't miss these?" Spied asked as Tommy looked over at him whimsically.
"Trust me, the only reports Darius looks over are the one's that get put on his desk, and obviously, these aren't going to be put there for a while." Tommy said with a shrug as Spied looked over at him thoughtfully before following him out of the office.
"Who do you think is behind it?" Spied asked as Tommy's expression suddenly went blank.
"Let's just say that if it is who I think it is, it may help me alleviate more than one problem in my life." Tommy said with a shrug as he looked down at the files. "But that depends on when these money incidences began." Tommy said suddenly as Spied raised a brow questioningly. Tom just shook his head.
"I'll just look at these tonight and let you know, okay? Besides, I'd like to talk to Kwest about this as well." Tom said quietly as Spied threw him a look, but at least he didn't argue with him.
"Whatever, man. Just do me a favor and run it by me before you take any action." Spied asked in a whisper as they each walked out to their respective vehicles. If only Jude wasn't this constant barrier between the two, Tom might actually be able to consider Spied a friend. Right now, he trusted Kwest more with his suspicions. Tom nodded at Spied before climbing onto his motorcycle—glancing up at the darkening sky with apprehension. He had to get home before the rain started.