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Hiram Stolowistoski:

Ryan Tellican

The basterd that took Tory. Must have been pretty stupid because he left fingerprints all over the letter. So he's an idiot baster.

The second they said the name, I was on the internet searching. He was connected to a great many things in Massachusetts. Where Tory was from. They lived in the same town and lived down the street from the guy.

This guy has a rap sheet as long as my arm.

Tellican used to be a CEO of a big advisement company in the town, Tory came from. Apparently he lost his job after someone ratted him out because he was illegally taking bribes and giving faulty investment tips on the market next day. That rat was Tory Brennan. Tory save hundreds of people from a big mess and a huge economic scandal. Man, I knew she was good, but…Damn!

Apparently Tory was helping out as a file clerk, just so she had some extra money, and getting paid from the company, she overheard Tellican talking to some sketchy guy about how he knew a shoe company was going to take a major dip and he was encouraging everyone to buy their stocks knowing it would crash. Tory knowing about investment fraud told the cops, when they didn't believe her, she got ahold of the FBI. The next thing Tory new all his phones were bugged and there was a surveillance car outside the company's building.

Did I say Tory was smart?

"So this guy wants to get back at Tory." Ben said peering over my shoulder. "He blames her for the fall of his company,"

"That's his motive." Sheldon said. "Because Tory ratted him out, it looks like his whole company went down. But that was almost a year ago, why would he want to take care of this now?"

"Because he couldn't find her." Ben said. "and he served jail time,"

"Well, that makes sense," I said "but the question is, how do we find this son of a Bitch?"

"I'm not sure, does he have any ties here?" Shelton said. "look at his bio,"

I clicked around and found the Wikipedia page on him and found nothing that even came close to Charleston.

We were out of ideas, we had nothing.

"wait so this ass was rich right? I mean before Tory knocked him on his ass" ben asked.\

"Looks to be so? I mean the dude made like 1,500,00 a year,"

Shelton who had been taking a sip of his coke-cola, did a glorious spit take on Ben's shoulder, which earned him three slaps the back of the head.

"you know, Shelton!" Ben said through gritted teeth. I chucked to my self and ended up with a slap in the back of the head, too. "See if he owns any property around here." Ben ordered.

"Your wish is my command." I muttered, which in turn granted me anouther slap on the back of the head.

I searched the property lines in the public record part of the Charleston website. The property lines were something I've use before. But I typed in telliken's name in the search box at the top. I found one spot in the outskirts of the city that wasn't very big and just about to reach over into the next town over's borders.

Google maps, here I come.

I searched the addresses after I used the street view to check the place out.

It, of course, was an abandoned warehouse.