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only stuff we found was several years old and just kind of died off. Nothing at all from the last few years. So if he’s making money now, he’s doing it strictly under the table.”
    This was what I was slowly learning about this whole superhero thing. You start out thinking, based on comic books and movies and crap like that, that it’s all going to be fighting and heroics. And yeah, sometimes it is. Some days, you carry a Zamboni bomb and knock the shit out of some villains. But a lot of it, what happens behind the scenes, is detective work and following trails. Usually, following the money. Because just like any criminal enterprise, super villain teams need funding. Sometimes, they steal it. Sometimes, they start out with deep pockets. And sometimes, they get to the people who can control the flow of funds. You cut off the money, you slow them down. And once they’re slowed down, they’re a lot easier to take down. An organization like Killjoy’s was much more than our average group of villainous thugs. They weren’t after a quick score, or revenge, or any of the baser level shit. No, they wanted more. World domination. A world made the way they think it should be.
    Complete control, with nobody to answer to.
    “What’s the name you have on him?”
    “Salvatore Giannotti. From what we can gather, he’s somewhere in his mid thirties. Any social security info on him has been scrubbed. We only got the name because it was an inheritance when he turned twenty-one and we tracked it from that via county records. Also no records on his parents or anyone else. Hopefully we can track more down by paying the house a visit.” Jenson paused. “He’s got security on it. Nothing much more complicated than you used to break in your B&E days. We tried to scan the inside for anything extra, but we couldn’t pick anything up. You’ll want to be careful when you go in,” she added.
    “I seriously don’t like this,” Ryan said.
    “Duly noted,” I told him. “But it needs to get done, and only one of us has the unique skill set to get into the place unnoticed and then be sneaky enough to do what needs to be done without getting caught. So there we go.”
    He didn’t answer, and after a few moments, he just gave a terse nod.
    “So we’re go, then,” I said. “I’ll hit it and we’ll see what we find. And then we’ll decide where to go from there.”
    “From what we’ve gathered watching the house, he hasn’t been there in over a week,” David said. “My guess is he’s sticking close to Killjoy and his pals. Anything you can find… records, bills, anything like that would be a help. Specifically, anything of a personal nature. Family, friends, partners. Anything we can use against him. And once we have intel on him, our next move will be bringing him in and making him talk.”
    “Uh, question?” Dani said, glancing around. “I just had a thought and it’s creeping me the hell out. We have Caine here, who has super senses. We know Killjoy can turn invisible from our last fight against him. How do we know someone’s not listening in right now?” she whispered.
    “I’d know. I’ve been tuned into everything since we walked in. No familiar scents, no increased heart rates, nothing like that,” Ryan answered.
    “You’re a little creepy sometimes,” I said, and he gave me one of his usual deadpan looks.
    We finished eating and made our way back out to Jenson’s car. Ryan held his hand up and walked around it. Smelling, listening. Mama’s death had seemed to awaken some extra paranoia in him. He seemed like he was always waiting for the ax to fall now, and on one hand, I appreciated that at least one of us seemed to have their shit together enough to get ahead of stuff like this. On the other, I hated that this was my life now. Wondering when some bastard would try to blow us up or poison us or who knew what else. I hated it, and I thought all the time about what my life would have been like if I’d