Episode 6 - Getting to work

We talked for another hour or so, with Justin doing most of the talking and me asking the questions. I needed more background information on the "mark". Damn, I've always wanted to use that word. Albeit using it wrongly but what the hell, it sounded cool.

From that conversation with Justin, I learned several things about Lukinor.

Number 1: Her address: It was the penthouse apartment of BlubbersVale, one of the most lucrative apartment buildings this side of the world. Her Apartment building had 42 stories. Damn.

Number 2: Her weekly routine: She came around to visit Justin twice a week, on Tuesday and Saturday evening. She went to her local gym 3 times a week on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Membership to that gym cost 500 bucks a month. Damn.

Number 3: Her escorts: She had a bodyguard. Damn.

Number 4: Her hangout: She went to a club sometimes that was a short walk from her apartment. The club was invitation only. Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

All in all, I learned it wasn't going to be easy tagging Lukinor. It might have been worthwhile, I mean getting to watch Lukinor was always worthwhile, and I was being paid well, but it wasnt going to be easy. I was just telling Justin that I would probably need to get all kinds of surveillance equipment, before he cut me off and commanded Clarissa to "bring the equipment".

Clarissa came in again, this time with a suitcase percched on her "shoulders". Justin took the suitcase and opened it.

"Bo, I'll be suplying you with your equipment." He took a little disc the size of a shirt button.

"you will be provided with the best equipment technology can buy. This here is a camera, place it on the wall aimed at the point under surveillance and you'll be watching whats going on, real time. It can rotate 360 degrees and you can also swich to the panoramic view if you need to. The camera relays to this watch and laptop," he pointed them out to me in the suitcase "so you can keep an eye on her anytime anywhere. In this case you'll find grapple hooks, protective clothing, glass cutters, lock picks and a plethora of other surveillance equipment."

While this was just another grain of sand to Mr Rich sitting oppossite me, I was shocked beyond words. All this equiment would cost at least ten thousand dollars, and he was just throwing it in my direction.

"I'll also be providing you with another $10, 000, in case you need any other equiment. If you don't need to spend the money, you can keep it."

I hid my glee at the fact that I had a spending power greater than anyone I knew. I considered telling him it wouldnt be enough although it was MUCH more than I could ever spend. I decided against it, c'mon, he was an old dying man.

"If you need anything else, transport, weapons, etc, just let me know. I'll provide you with everything you need for this operation. Anything else you'll need for now?"

I couldnt think of anything else. Justin had provided everything I would need for the rest of my life as a P.I. and maybe even the next one. I never thought I would fall in love with an old, wrinkled man, but here I was. Justin, I love you.

"That's fine Justin. I'll do what I can." I said.

He stood up and shook my hand, signalling that the meeting was over.

"Thank you Bo, this really means alot to me."

We parted ways at his door, the caddy came to get me, the valet brought my car, Mann-Eater returned my coins (I thought I saw bite marks on them), and I headed back.

It was time to get to work.