“This guy sounds like a piece of work.” Warner leans back in his seat. “You think he was some kind of Russian spy?”
“Say that this is why Moish Garfinkel went into hiding.” Penina drums her fingers against her keyboard, contemplating the screen. “He was a criminal and got caught. It’s not unheard of in the frum community.”
“For a millionaire? Sure. For a security guard? Not a lot of white-collar crime there.” Hillel leans back against the cubicle wall.
Thursday is an in-office day, when most of the remote workers are expected to be present and there are tedious team meetings and occasional trainings. Daniel has an extended weekend off for President’s Day, so she had to bring him in today. There are a dozen reasons why today was never going to be a productive day.
And that’s why she’s here mulling over the Garfinkel mystery instead of attempting to get any work done. “Stealing a medal from Town Hall doesn’t really scream ‘white-collar crime’ to me. And what’s the get? They didn’t display it or sell it. They just stuck it in a drawer somewhere. It’s like—” She presses her lips together, considering the situation. “It’s like they did it just to see if they could.”
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