I picked up the pad from his desk and put my name down and added the time. It was just ten after five. As I did this, I noticed that both Forbes and Caine were still on the premises. “You’re Boris Jurik, aren’t you?” I asked the guard. He blinked back to being semi-alert. “Yeah, that’s right.” He checked the book to see who was asking. “My name’s Cooperman. I’m in the way of being in the same line of work myself. Howard Dover, your boss, and I go back a long way together. He’s been talking to me about you.” “No kidding?” I got a peek at some complicated dental work under his sparse moustache. “Are you into corporate security?” he asked. I smiled at the term. “No, I do private investigations. Undercover, surveillance, that sort of thing.” “Are you looking for a man?” So much for employee loyalty. “Always on the lookout for the right man,” I said. I shot him a confidential glance and added: “Somebody who knows his way around.” Boris hitched his belt a little higher on his hips.
