Eek! Work! Sorry for the delay... :)

Steve spent his day at the electric company tracing the whereabouts of David Goldman. He had a fifteen year old address that an early morning call to the landlord yielded nothing more than a chuckle from the property manager. The building had been sold twice in the interim and property records were never transferred to the next owner except for current residents. After R&I tried with no success to find the right David Goldman out of several dozen, Steve found himself off to the electric company to see if he could trace the residence.

The Investigations unit, which was in the same area as the utility's collections department, was home to boxes of archived records and microfiche. With an address and name in hand from 1959, he came up empty on the name, but found records for the property itself. A copy of a 1959 bill showed that the customer was not David Goldman, but instead Beverly Isaacs. The utility records were transferred to the new renter in 1960. While Beverly was likely serving time at this point, Steve wondered if Goldman continued to use her name on the billing.

Steve was able to trace her name from apartment to apartment, no stay ever more than a year. With every new finding, Steve wondered what Beverly saw in David to begin with. He clearly had no concerns for the woman who went to jail while he was protected by his bosses. It certainly didn't appear to bother Goldman that he continued to use her name on the utility account.

After several links in the chain, Steve found a current address at an apartment house in the Mission District where it was possible that David Goldman currently lived. He grabbed the address on 24th Street, ironically not far from the Bryant Street office he called his home away from home and thought he'd run the name and address through R&I for any update which there was very little.

Meeting Mike for lunch and a quick debrief, the pair headed over to the old apartment building on 24th.

"He's on the 3rd floor. Apartment 304, to be exact," Steve announced as he pressed "3" in the barely functioning old elevator. "It doesn't look like he's come up in the world."

"If the Luca gang operates how I think, you don't want to call any attention to yourself," Mike added as the door to third floor opened.

The pair approached Goldman's door with caution. Mike knocked with no answer in return.

"Mr. Goldman?" Mike asked as he placed his ear against the door.

"Anything?" Steve whispered. Mike nodded as he stood back from the door.

Seconds later, the door slowly opened. A sleepy man in a t-shirt and pajama pants appeared.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Mr. Goldman?" Steve asked. "David Goldman?"

"Who's asking?" the man responded.

"Police, Homicide. I'm Lieutenant Stone and this is my partner, Inspector Keller. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"