You Do What You Have To - 53

 

 

"Robin thinks that's why Darren was at the bar that night. To meet with one of them," Micky said.

 

"The same way Robin set it up for you and Irving to meet." Hawk nodded.

 

"Exactly. Irving uses Tanzer's escort company, so we figured… Okay, I already told you all that," Micky replied.

 

"If Darren Walker set up his meeting at Swallows, I suspect he goes there now and again," Wren said.

 

Hawk shook his head. "Not logical, Wren. Would you use a place where they knew you?"

 

"Rarely," Wren admitted. "So how do we let Walker know Micky will be there, and when? I'm presuming you got me here because you want me to act as Micky's back-up."

 

"Yep." Falcon grinned. "Since you're our changeling brother."

 

Wren tugged a lock of his dark hair and chuckled. "That I am."

 

"Back to your original question, Wren." Falcon turned to Micky. "At any point did the two of you exchange phone numbers?"

 

"Not even. It was just a one-night stand."

 

"His ID is in the wallet?"

 

"Yes, but it belongs to a Gary Freeman, not him."

 

"Figures." Falcon looked thoughtful, then asked, "Is there any indication on the list of which man Walker was going to meet?"

 

"Possibly," Micky told him. "One name was checked off."

 

"We need to see the list."

 

"Not a problem," Hawk said.

 

"I told you," Micky said tightly, "you are not going to wake Robin up to get the combination to the safe."

 

"I won't, oh protective one," Hawk replied with a smile as he got up and went to the safe, sliding back the panel that hid it from view. He spun the dial to the correct numbers and opened the door—none of which actually surprised Micky. Taking out the list, which was sitting on top of the wallet, Hawk said, "Linc Frazer's on it. I know who he is. Not a nice man."

 

"What good does it do to know that?" Micky asked.

 

"Just an idea, but it might work. Suppose you called him, saying you found a list with his name on it, but that the address on the ID isn't valid. You want to get in touch with the wallet's owner to return it."

 

"First off, how did I get Frazer's phone number?"

 

"You have heard of the White Pages, I presume."

 

"Is he listed in them?"

 

Without replying, Hawk opened his phone and, Micky figured, got online. A moment later, Hawk nodded. "Lincoln Frazer, Attorney-at-Law. No home phone though. Just the business one. But that will work." He jotted it down and shut off his phone.