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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Drew Id" data-source="post: 1007906" data-attributes="member: 12175">Session 3 (5/21/2003) Lunch-And-LearnSession 3 (5/21/2003) Lunch-And-Learn“So you stole your boss’ car?” Crystal asked between bites of her seven-dollar burger. “No, baby, not stole it. You know, I borrowed it. For work.” Willie answered, and flagged the waiter down for some more coffee. This white-tablecloth place was a little too fancy for his tastes, especially just for lunch, but he had to admit, they made some damn fine coffee.“Right, but you said you took it on your date last night.” Crystal continued as the waiter poured Willie some fresh Columbian.“I did. And with the lady I was out with, I tell you I was working it.” Willie smiled and gave her a sly wink as he leaned back with his mug.Taylor lowered her newspaper slightly and raised an eyebrow at Willie, “You mean you pork girl?”Willie spit coffee back into his mug, and coughed hoarsely, but was saved the trouble of answering by Brother Cooper arriving at the table. “My! Are you alright, Wilson?” Brother Cooper patted Willie on the back, who nodded and continued to cough as Brother Cooper settled into his chair. “Well, what have you all been discussing?”Taylor rattled her newspaper and began, “Big Willie private dick--”Crystal interrupted, “We were just…making small talk until you got here. Where’s Joe?”Brother Cooper sighed, “Joseph can’t make it to lunch today. He’s under the weather, I believe. He says he was up late last night working on a project of some sort. But he has his cell phone on, and he assured me he would be available for any conspiracy-related matters which we may become involved in later in the day.”“Oh! That remind me!” Taylor exclaimed, and pulled a small pouch from her bag. She withdrew what appeared to be several thin wallets from the pouch, and passed them out to everyone at the table. “To help with investigation.” She explained.Willie opened the wallet, and his jaw dropped open. He was looking an identification card for a special agent of the Alabama Bureau of Investigation, with his own smiling picture looking back at him. The name on the card was not his own, but close enough for him to remember easily. Willie looked up in surprise, and saw that Crystal was equally impressed. But Brother Cooper’s face was not so amused.The waiter returned to the table at that point to take Brother Cooper’s order. The preacher ordered a simple black cup of coffee, and waited for him to leave before handing the wallet back to Taylor. “No thank you, Taylor, I have no use for such an item.”Taylor didn’t seem too upset. She just took the wallet and pocketed it, mumbling, “Your problem, preacher, not mine.” After a moment, she returned her attention to her newspaper.Willie decided to change the subject, as he pocketed the new ID card. “Well, back to what we was talking about before. I think we have some direction now for our investigation to proceed.”“The Dick Scorse thing?” Crystal’s tone was now completely business.“Right. So…we think we got a perp that’s hitting places specifically based on whether they received money from this guy Scorse. So, for suspects, we need to look at people with a grudge against Scorse himself, or people with a grudge against South-Medical. And since our bald-headed friend seems to be involved now, I think South-Medical is the way to look first.”“We should also look for a pattern in where they are attacking, and figure out where they’re gonna hit next.” Crystal offered. “My bet is the next one will be the Children’s Science Center.”“How do you figure that?” Willie asked, taking another sip of coffee and pondering stake-out schemes in his head.“Well, pretty much just because that’s the order they are in on Google.” She admitted with a slight smile. “Still, that’s three in a row so far, in that order.”There was a pause at the table while everyone waited for someone else to offer an objection to this logic. After a moment, Willie agreed. “Hell, sounds good enough to me. I’ve worked off of thinner leads. Okay, everybody think we should stake out the Science Center?”Everyone sounded their agreement. Brother Cooper then continued slowly, “I know one member of my congregation used to work for South-Medical. He got laid off recently. Terrible burden on his family…As I recall, they laid off something like a hundred people recently, didn’t they?”“Hundred and sixty, I think,” answered Crystal. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully and caught Willie’s eye. He could see she was thinking along the same lines before she even said it. “A hundred and sixty is a pretty long list of suspects.”“I don’t suppose they published a list of the people they laid off, huh?” Willie thought aloud.“I doubt it. Not the kind of thing you put in a press release, as far as I know.” Brother Cooper answered. “From what little I know of the way these companies do business, that sort of information would only be found in their, um…people department…what do you call that?”“Human Resources Department,” Taylor injected, never looking up from her paper.  “Yes, thank you, Taylor.” Brother agreed, and continued, “So, we just need to find out where their Human Resources Department is---”“1218 Eleventh Avenue South,” Taylor injected again, still not looking up from her paper.Brother Cooper paused with surprise, as did everyone else.“Open on Saturdays from noon until three,” Taylor continued.“Okay, how do you know all of that?” Crystal demanded. Taylor folded the paper down and across, and turned it to face the table. “Because they say so here in their ad. They are currently hiring new night janitors.”Another pause as information was digested at the table.“A night janitor would probably have access to the whole building,” Crystal considered.“And no one would be watching.” Willie continued.“And Joe says he’s good with computers,” Taylor nodded along.Brother Cooper considered the idea, and shrugged, “Well, he did say he would be available later in the day…”</blockquote>

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