WHO: Zeke Titus and Cassidy White WHERE: Zeke's desk in NYC WHEN: October eleventh, in the evening WHAT: Cassidy wants to call in a favor WARNINGS: none at the moment. Aside from language, probably.
This wasn't illegal. Not technically. There were sites open to detectives, to job employers, that allowed a deeper background check that. And it wasn't exactly warranted, to check a person's background unless they were a suspect - or unless he had their permission to do so before hand - but Zeke was willing to make exceptions for Cassidy.
The office wasn't exactly an office. It was more like a loft, cramped full of desks and people buzzing around like busy bees. or stuck at their desks doing paper work. Zeke was waiting for the printer to pick up his request. Cassidy lived in the dark ages, a time without computers, so she relied on him for everything that even appeared to require the use of one. He got everything on the guy, but it only amounted to a few pages, and when the printer spat them out - hot off the press, he shuffled them into a folder and returned to his chair.
But the file had everything he could find. No obvious Criminal past. No outstanding federal warrants. No past law suits. One prior marriage, but the woman died two years ago; her body was never found. His work history which understandably grew more problematic starting from two years ago, probably in response to his wife's sudden murder. He went through a series of jobs, none of which lasted more than two weeks; the last one listed was the nursery home, except at that particular job, he'd been there for over a month. It had his address, his relatives, his financial problems - the man was nearly bankrupt - it had his neighbors, his citizenship, his assets. It was the most thorough search Cassidy was likely to find anywhere.