A
Simple Plan
Scene
5
Leah
hadn’t known much. Oh, she was willing to talk about everything she did know,
which was mainly all the dirt she had on McGuire Woods. She just didn’t know
much that I needed. She was another cog in the machine that had played me.
But, she had known the cog above her.
Apparently, she had mainly been working with Preston Thurges, one of the senior partners at the firm. If anyone knew what they were after at Vulcan, and for whom, it’s be the good Mr. Thurges. So, it only makes sense that he had vanished that morning. I’m sure that my visit to Vulcan had nothing to do with the sudden “family emergency” that took him away from the office for the first time in five years. But men like Thurges don’t just vanish like you and me. They buy plane tickets, rent hotels, make sure people know how to reach them. They leave a trail, and I just had to pick it up. So, I headed over to his house. Something else Leah had known. It’s not my business to know why a paralegal knew the address of a senior partner.
He
lived up in Covington Heights; because of course he did. The partners at my own firm dreamed of
having a place up there, where men don’t buy “houses” but “estates.” And creatures like me are grateful just to
be allowed to drive through.
Found his place easily enough. A sprawling architectural monstrosity looming over a hill, looking down on New Canaan. Left the car near the five-car garage. I’d rather have left it on the street, but this place didn’t even have sidewalks, and any car left on the side of the road would attract attention. Other than a few lights left on to give the impression someone was home, the place was empty. I headed to the back and found the key Leah had told me about, and the code she had given me silenced the beeping alarm. I suppose law firms were more fun than I had been aware of. |