Who: Lucas North & Michael Britten What: Meeting When: Backdated to 18th Where: Santa Ana Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete
Over the course of two weeks, Michael had gathered a wealth of information around this Brandon Sullivan of Tytos Real Estate, living over at Newport Beach. Though he still didn't know what the nature of the relationship between his client and his target was, he was holding a manila folder of bad news. They must have some sort of relationship for there to be interest in his day-to-day affairs, and anyone displaying that kind of erratic behaviour was rather worrying. If he was still with the police he might have even dug a little deeper.
But he wasn't a police officer anymore. Just a glorified paparazzi, more or less, with old instincts that wouldn't do anyone any favours.
"Mr. North," he greeted with a smile and a nod. He didn't sit until Lucas did.
"Thanks for coming to see me so soon. I know you're a busy man so I won't take up too much of your time. I just have to go through everything with you." The hand that was placed over the folder moved to flip it open, revealing a sheet of paper of general information that buried dozens of photographs.