CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN – I SMELL A RAT

She noticed one particular storage facility that kept appearing on records and receipts tied to Sylvia's fraudulent transactions. Maybe that could yield some breadcrumb trail of its own to follow? The next morning, Jasmine showed up at the public access storage units, striding up to the bored-looking teenage attendant working the front kiosk. "Hi there, I'm trying to get some information on a client of yours - a real piece of work named Sylvia Rhodes?" Jasmine began, keeping her voice politely neutral. The pimply-faced kid barely looked up from his phone. "Yeah? What about her?" "Well," Jasmine pressed on undeterred, "I'm actually doing an...investigation into her activities. It's a legal matter, very important that I gather any details I can related to her storage unit rentals and" "Whoa whoa whoa," the attendant finally looked up, holding up both hands. "You're gonna need to slow that train right on down, lady. I can't just go spilling client deets, that's like...mad illegal and