I parked outside the office of Ali Athar Halal Meats. The key Rashida gave to me allowed access to the entry by the office by the front door, instead of the loading docks we had used in the rear.

I saw desk top had a pad of post-it notes, keyboard, mouse and monitor. The drawers held the usual assortment of things you might expect. Pens, Pencils, matchbox, and as was usual for Michael a bottle of whiskey in the bottom drawer. Next to that was something I didn’t expect. A paperback copy of Dan Brown’s, The DaVinci Code. Michael was never much of one for recreational reading. He used to say that his life was more interesting and exciting than half of the made up stories that authors used. But I enjoyed getting lost in their tangled plots, and Brown was pretty good at telling an entertaining tale.

I turned on the computer and was greeted with a login name and password prompt. I sat there staring at the screen. Then it occured to me what Michael would have used to log in.