Kitto awoke to the sound of a truck starting up and rumbling off. She rubbed her tired eyes and yawned. How long had she been alseep . . .? Kitto tossed her legs over the edge of the couch and pulled herself up then squinted at the clock. It was blurry. Sighing, Kitto grabbed her black framed glasses and stuck them on her face. The clock's numbers and hands popped out at her clearly now.
1;00 P.M., still not time to meet L. Or at least leave that letter. Kitto rolled her brown eyes and ran a hand through her brown hair. Then Kitto stopped to think about the letter. She frowned when she remember that her last name was mentioned. Kitto hated that L had known about her last name. She clearly took it as a threat if anyone knew her real last name. She kept it a secret, hiding behind several other names. However, she never once revealed her last name. Not even in kindergarder.
Kitto looked down at the coffee table, the peanut butter jar was still there. She picked it up and went into the kitchen, she threw it into the black plastic trash bin.
Kitto glanced over at the sink, no dishes. She had apparently washed them all already. Puffing out her cheeks, Kitto placed a finger to her lips and tapped it agaisnt them.
What else did she need to do? Oh yeah! She grabbed the bag at the foot of the couch and threw it over her shoulder then buckled the strap in. She grabbed her keys and threw open the front door. She slammed the door shut and locked it. Then Kitto turned, ran down the stairs and out the front gate. She didn't stop to latch it. She continued to run down to teh curve and turned on the street that took her to the office. She knew that she had been put on leave, but she couldn't just abandon the case.
Kitto walked up to the building and pushed open the front glass door. She didn't bother to check in, since she was on leave why bother? She went up the stairs to the second floro and opened the door to her and Dale's office. She saw Dale's back to her as she closed the door behind her.
Dale glanced over his shoulder at her. "Kitto? But aren't you on leave?" He asked.
Kitto just grinend at him and took her place at the chair in front of her computer. "I may be, but I'm still getting paid for this job. I'd feel guilty if I wasn't doing something and still get paid for it," She said and turned on the monitor.
"Uh- Kitto. Since when have you cared about that? Wait, what're you doing?" Dale asked as he looked over her shoulder at the file she had brought up.
"Dale, this is our case. We should work on it you know. Now, have you been looking at the businesses I asked for?" She looked up at him. He nodded.
"Yeah. So far there's only one or two businesses that rival with Miller's. However, it seems he's never shown any interest in them. In fact, I interviewed a couple of the workers there and they said that he ignores them compeltely," He told her and pulled up his chair from his computer.
"Ah, well. Workers can lie for their boss, however I know that not everyone can keep lying. If, by chance he's informed his workers that he might get in trouble with the law and told them what to say, then we need to somehow trick one of them into saying the wrong thing." She pulled up a file of Miller's best worker.
"This guy would be our best chance. However, how do you suggest we confrotn him?" Kitto stared at Dale. Dale had been thinking the whole time.
". . . ."
"Well? If you're not gonna talk than I might as well continued with my own plan. I think that we should confront him with asking him to come over to our office and answer some questions. If the pressure doesn't break him, then we should go ahead and tell him what exactly is going on. However, if he should not know a thing about this we could be taking a risky step."
She pulled a peanut butter jar out of her bag. Dale rolled his eyes.
"You shouldn't eat that. You'll get sick. And I think that we should possible questino more than one at the same time. Likely, one of them will slip up," Dale said and watched her unscrew the lid to the peanut butter jar then pull out a spoon.
"Peanut butter helps me think. So, your assumtion is that we question more than one at the same time. Hmm. Well we can't let them have contact with each oher so it'd be smart to just bring them in manually and not alert of anyone else of the plan."
She spooned the peanut butter and popped it in her mouth. Dale rubbed the back of his neck.
"At least you don't do that to your hair very much anymore, you almsot started rubbing your hair off," Kitto commented and watched him throw her a quizzical look.
". . . Oh. That? Well. . . Anyway, so that's the plan?"
"Yes," Kitto popped up three pictures of the people they would be targeting. "These people'd be the best ones to confront."