The family that preys together…- 34

“Presuming he gave the correct information to the people at the health club when he joined Mr. Kent Tyler is twenty-five, single, lives in Minneapolis proper and works for a moving firm.”

“Get on the computer and check that out, all of it,” Gerard practically ordered.

Bryant nodded sharply. “I’m no hacker but I can probably confirm the basics.”

“Where’s your brother when we need him. And, speaking of which, where’s your brother period?”

“Still at that party I suspect. And I somehow doubt if he was here that he’d be willing to dig into whether Mr. Tyler is legit or not, all things considered.”

“One would hope,” Gerard said somewhat acidly, “that he would be more than willing to make certain this young man doesn’t have some ulterior motive.”

Bryant spent the next twenty minutes doing what he could to substantiate the information he’d gotten from the health club. When he finished he turned to his father, who was standing at the window looking out over the moon-bathed lawn of the side yard.

“So far, so good. He does work where he said and his address checks out. He’s a native Minnesotan, born up-state and has an associates degree from MBC in accounting.”

“Then why’s he working as a mover?”

“He’s not; he’s an accountant there.”

“How did you find all this out?” Gerard wanted to know.

Bryant snorted. “His Facebook page. It’s a great starting place if you want personal info because most people tell way too much about themselves for the whole world to see.”

“I’d presume neither you nor Crispin has one of those.”

“I do, but the only thing legit on it is my first name. I’m smarter than the average bear.”

“You had better be,” Gerard muttered, causing Bryant to roll his eyes although his father couldn’t see him.